We ordered the books, Night and The Kite Runner off of Amazon along with the movie to The Kite Runner. Of course, I did not say you could have him for free.In early June, I got my packet for this year’s English summer reading. Amir: Lamb kabob.Īssef: You want my advice? Run away. Soraya: What do you see? Amir: The rest of my life.Īmir: Do you remember what these streets smelled like in the old days? Farid: Kabob. There is a way to be good again, Amir agha. Rahim Khan: It is a very bad time, but you should come. Amir: Home? I don't think now's such a good time.
Starobin: My family? We're originally from Russia. Once you get used to that California sunshine. Do you understand? I SAID, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!īaba: Are you ready for your birthday present? Hassan: Is it a drawing book? Baba: Better! Hassan: A toy gun? Baba: Better!īaba: Where are you from? Dr. And you think I'm just going to throw him out? I've never laid a hand on you, Amir, but you ever say that again. My father took him in, he loved Ali like his own son. Hassan: He's not? So why does he speak Farsi with an Iranian accent?Īmir: Baba, have you ever thought about getting new servants? Baba: Why would I ever want to do that? Amir: I guess you wouldn't. Amir: Why? Hassan: Maybe we'd see him somewhere. Hassan: But you would not ask that, would you? Amir: Of course not. Hassan: But why didn't he smell an onion? Amir: Would you eat dirt if I asked you to do that? Hassan: If you would ask it I would. Sometimes it feels like Peshawar is a suburb of Kabul.ĭialogue Hassan: Why did he kill his wife? Amir: Because he would cry and his tears would turn into pearls. Afghani people and Pakistani people, they are like brothers.If idiots like you and your father hadn't taken these people in, we'd be rid of them. We're the real Afghans, not this flat-nosed Hazara. Afghanistan is the land of the Pashtuns.I see America has infused you with her optimism.You don't get to fill them with your favorite colors.
Dangerous for the mother, dangerous for the child. Instead of being a doctor and saving lives, my son wants to make up stories.I piss on the beards of those self-righteous monkeys.All this talk of sinning is making me thirsty.It demands it, even more than in times of peace. When you cheat, you steal the right to fairness. When you tell a lie, you steal someone's right to the truth.
You steal his wife's right to a husband, rob his children of a father. Every other sin is a variation of theft.When you kill a man, you steal a life.