Kite runner

I don’t know what to write, what words should I use to write down the feelings I’m holding in my heart right now, because indeed there are times when words are really powerless to most honestly describe the feelings. knitting and tumbling in my chest as I write these lines, and as soon as I close the last pages of Khaled Hosseini’s “Kite Runner.” If there’s a word that comes closest to this book, it’s to me “unparalleled,” a man’s arduous and tumultuous journey to atone for his sins, to forgive himself, and to be good as Uncle Rahim Khan said to our protagonist There is always a way to be good again.

Sometimes I wonder, if that year, in that dirty alley, Amir had not been silent, or rather, if Hassan had not run after that blue kite, would their lives have been endure such pain and separation? And perhaps, that was also what Amir had wondered a thousand times, in his heart.

Halfway through the book, I didn’t get along with Amir at all and I can’t count how many times I’ve raised my eyebrows at his evil antics towards Hassan and at actions that I personally consider to be inconsequential. face, disgust, and deception. But later on, I realized that we cannot judge a child the way an adult does. Of course, Amir’s pranks are hard to accept, but a child who does not have enough thought and awareness as an adult has experienced so many ups and downs in life, because After all, we should only blame Amir as an adult blames a child – strict but also tolerant. During the rest of my journey with Amir, when I witnessed the torment in his heart, watched the heavy rock weigh on him and take away his true joy, I finally understood. , Amir is really a good person. Just as Uncle Rahim Khan himself told him in his last letter that a person without conscience, without kindness will not know suffering. And the truth is that everyone who has ever held “Kite Runner” in their hands and devoured every sentence, word, and every breath of the book can’t help but recognize the torment that Amir has brought near. Like all the years he lived, the pain gnawed at his conscience and tormented him every moment of his life. In addition, for me, a person who is always tormented by his own mistakes, a person who is always longing for redemption, is a good person. Many people, and myself included, wished that, if only one person were not selfish and the other sacrificed too much, the lives of both of them might have been different, but also because of the same reasons. It was there that we witnessed one of the most beautiful things about man, the most humane, we saw the shape of conscience, of forgiveness and its incomparable beauty.

With Hassan, I give the boy Hassan and the man Hassan all my love, because of him, a thousand times – that phrase repeats over and over in my mind throughout the book and even when I’m typing these words, I have never seen such a great sacrifice, a giving that doesn’t ask for any conditions. It seems that Hassan’s whole life has been devoted to loving Amir, his kindness and benevolence is probably what makes Amir torment the most, but it is also what saved Amir, saved his soul and conscience. Amir. I don’t understand how a person who seems to have always been thrown away, discriminated against since birth, a person who seems to have gone through all the sufferings of this life, a person who has never been Being acknowledged can be so good. Hassan’s goodness made me feel dazzled, overwhelmed, and beautiful.

The sight of Amir standing with Hassan’s son and when he ran to pick up the kite for the boy made me sob. The scene that opens up all the suffering is Hassan running to pick up the glorious blue kite for Amir, and the scene where Amir runs to pick up the victory kite for Hassan’s child is the scene that opens a new life. new to both Amir, Sharob – Hassan’s son and Hassan himself – a life full of peace, happiness, and a life in which Hassan’s son would receive in return what he never had before. had before – love, recognition, a good education and a “friend” who would unconditionally sacrifice for him, and of course, a father who loved him like a deceased biological father. That, not only an atonement, but it was a return, a love, a late but priceless thank you Amir gave Hassan. But at the same time, I think, the son is also a gift – another symbol for Hassan – who always gives Amir all the best.

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