The Kite Runner

The Kite Runner is a novel written by khaled hosseini, an Afghan-American writer, which was widely praised as soon as it was published. It tells the story of friendship, affection, betrayal and redemption of two Afghan teenagers, which makes people feel a lot.

people live all their lives, and it is inevitable to do wrong things, but there are some light things and some heavy things. Some mistakes can be made up by all means, while others are irreparable and can only be regretted for a lifetime.

What is commendable is that some people have always been kind and basically made no mistakes. Even if they have never been treated kindly by the world, they still don't change their original intentions, such as Hassan in the book.

when I finished reading this book for the second time, I suddenly wanted to write an article from Hassan's point of view, so I had this article.

My name is Hassan, and I'm a Hazara. I was born inferior, but I never cared. Because I don't care what others think of me. All I care about is Master Amir.

My father's name is Ali, and he is an orphan adopted by Grandpa Amir. He grew up with Amir's father. Although he was a playmate, he couldn't change his status as a servant, which doomed my fate.

Amir and I grew up without a mother, but I envy him a little. Because his mother died during childbirth, and my mother ran away with someone a few days after giving birth to me, which made me laugh.

once, when we cut to the movies and passed through the barracks area next to the independent middle school, the soldiers there recognized me and sneered, "I know your mother, don't you know? I know her well. I fucked her from behind in the stream over there ... "?

This makes me very embarrassed and flustered. I wish what he said was false, but I can't fool myself, because all the gossip points to the fact that my mother is a woman in easy virtue.

When I sobbed for this, Master Amir put his arm around me and kept comforting me that "he mistook me for someone else", which made me feel better.

Amir and I grew up drinking the same milk. Some people say that this is a brother. I dare not call my young master brothers, but I keep in mind the meaning of brothers. We took the first step on the same lawn and said the first word under the same roof. It's just that he said "Dad", but I said "Amir".

Perhaps from that moment on, Master Amir's importance to me was doomed. I promised him: For you, Qian Qian for thousands of times. This sentence is by no means flattering, but from the bottom of my heart. I did it, and I never regretted it, even though it cost a lot.

When I was young, Amir and I used to climb trees to play. On the tree, we had a good time reflecting sunlight into our neighbor's house with a broken mirror while eating dried mulberries and walnuts.

I am very good at playing slingshot, so my young master will encourage me to shoot walnuts at the one-eyed German shepherd next door. I never thought of it, but I won't refuse him. This made my neighbors very angry, and I was often glared at by my father. But what does that matter, as long as the young master is happy.

I like listening to young master. Although I can't read, I am full of curiosity about the world of words. If only I could read, so I could read with my young master. I like his own stories, which always amaze me.

once I read "ignorance", I didn't know what it meant. The young master explained that he was clever and clever, and made a sentence saying, "Hassan is ignorant enough in reading and literacy." I vaguely felt that there was a thorn in his words, but I couldn't understand it. I just smiled.

I spent almost all my childhood with my young master, and those were incomparable happiness. We chased each other among the staggered trees, played hide and seek, played with policemen and robbers, played with cowboys and Indians, tortured insects, watched movies and told stories ...

I always thought that such a happy life could last, but it was wishful thinking after all.

It is a great honor for Afghanistan's friends to win a kite competition, especially for the young master.

neither of us can make kites very well, but young master is good at cutting opponents' strings with kite strings, and I am good at chasing those dropped kites. The combination of two swords is perfect.

In the tour, the young master finally won the first prize, and I helped him find the last blue kite. I can laugh at the thought of his joy at seeing the kite later.

Unfortunately, in the alley, assef and others blocked my way. The goal of the three of them is the kite in my hand. If I bring a slingshot, I don't have to be afraid of them. It's just that I didn't have any defensive tools at that time and I didn't have the strength to fight back at all.

It's not that I don't know the times, nor am I not afraid. It's just that I know the young master's longing for this kite too well. How can I bear to disappoint him?

so I refused them knowing that I had to pay the price. So that day in the alley, I experienced the biggest humiliation in my life, and assef raped me.

when I handed the kite to the young master, I felt heavy, but I didn't want him to see any clues. Because in that case, he will sympathize with me, but that's the last thing I want.

since that day, I have deliberately avoided the young master, perhaps because I haven't stepped out of the shadows or because I am afraid that he will notice something.

when I finally decided to let it go, I found that young master began to avoid me. I made every effort to return to the past, but in vain. I even had the cheek to ask him to give me a reason, but it was in vain.

I have a bad feeling in my heart, but I dare not think about it in that way. I can only comfort myself not to think too much.

It wasn't until the birthday party of the young master that his gifts (new watch and a handful of money) were found under my blanket that I realized that he really saw it that day, but chose to stand by.

Now everything can be well explained, but so what? I don't blame him. It was my choice, wasn't it?

From now on, I have no face to stay with the young master. Not only does he not want to see me, but I can't face him. So, I admitted that I had stolen those things and begged my father to take me away.

finally, my father and I went to a small village. On the day I left, I thought I would never see the young master again in my life. Maybe he would be happy.

Later, Dad was killed by a mine. I am married, and my life is poor, but I can get by.

Farsala is a very good wife, and marrying her is the greatest luck in my life. Soon, she was pregnant, and life seemed good.

At this moment, Alasin found us and asked me to go back with him to look after the young master's house. That place was a nightmare for me, but after much consideration, I agreed.

Then several things happened. First, my daughter and Farrah were born stillborn, which made us sad. Fortunately, she was pregnant again soon.

The other thing is that my mother has come back, and it can be seen that she is having a bad time outside. I should hate her, but love is more than hate. God knows how much I long for my mother's love. So I accepted her from the bottom of my heart, as if she had never abandoned me.

With the help of my mother, my son Solabo was born smoothly. Our family lived happily, but it didn't last long. My mother died in a few years. This fact is hard for me to accept. It is always more hurtful to get it and lose it than never to get it.

I don't know when rumors spread that we were living in someone else's mansion. Soon, two Taliban officials came and ordered us to move out before dark.

of course I know their intentions, but they just covet this big house. Let me watch the young master's house fall into the hands of others, which is impossible. Naturally, I want to protest.

they dragged me into the street and forced me to kneel. Then I heard a gunshot. I'm sorry, young master, Hassan is useless, but he still can't keep the house.

at this moment, I seem to see the past, and they are played back in front of my eyes. I was helping the young master chase a kite, but I couldn't catch it. I tried desperately to catch it until I lost consciousness.