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Baba's Abnormal Love for Amir (Pre-America (Kite Tournament (This…

- - - - "'I'm going to miss him' She put her hand on my lap. Baba's chila glinted on her ring finger. Behind her, I could see Baba's mourners driving way on Mission Boulevard. Soon we'd leave too, and for the first time ever, Baba would be all alone. Soraya pulled me to her and the tears finally came." (Hosseini, 185)
      - "'Not tonight,' he said. 'There is no pain tonight.' 'Okay,' she said. She pulled up his blanket. We closed the door. Baba never woke up." (Hosseini, 183)
      - "Baba's spittle turned red. He was biting his tongue. I kneeled beside him and grabbed his arms and said I'm here Baba, I'm here, you'll be all right, I'm right here. As if I could soothe the convulsions out of him. Talk them into leaving my Bab alone. I felt a wetness on my knees. Saw Baba's bladder let go. Shhh, Baba jan, I'm here. Your son is right here." (Hosseini, 167)
  - - - "'But there was, wasn't there?' I said. 'Why do you ask?' He was looking at me coyly. I shrugged a fought back a smile. 'Just curious, Baba.' 'Really? Is that all?' he said, his eyes playful, lingering on mine. 'Has she made an impression on you?'" (Hosseini, 149)
      - "I want you to go khastegari. I want you to ask General Taheri for his daughter's hand. Baba's dry lips stretched into a smile. A spot of green on a wilted leaf. 'Are you sure?'" (Hosseini, 170)
      - "Dressed in a stunning wine-colored traditional Afghan dress with long dress with long sleeves and gold trimmings. Baba's hand took mine and tightened." (Hosseini, 178)
      - "Baba dragged his head off the pillow. 'I put her up to it. I hope you don't mind.' I gave the notebook back to Soraya and left the room. Baba hated it when I cried." (Hosseini, 182)
      - "He watched me joking with Sharif, watched Soraya and me lacing our fingers together, watched me push back a loose curl of her hair. I could see his internal smile, as wide as the skies of Kabul on nights when the poplars shivered and the sound of the crickets swelled in the gardens." (Hosseini, 182)
  - - - "I glanced at him across the table, his nails chipped and black with engine oil, his knuckles scraped, the smells of the gas station-dust, sweat, and gasoline-on his clothes." (Hosseini, 136)
      - "For me, America was a place to bury my memories. For Baba, a place to mourn his." (Hosseini, 138)
      - "He walked to me, curled his arm around my neck, and gave my brow a single kiss. 'I am moftakhir, Amir,'" he said. Proud. His eyes gleamed when he said that and I liked being on the receiving end of that look." (Hosseini, 139)
      - "I reached out across the table and put my hand on his. My student hand, clean and soft, on his laborer's hand, grubby and calloused. I thought of all the trucks, train sets, and bikes he'd bought me in Kabul. Now America. One last gift for Amir." (Hosseini, 137)
      - " 'Oh,' he said. 'Wah Wah! So, if I understand, you'll study several years to earn a degree, then you'll get a chatti job like mine, one you could just as easily land today, on the small chance that a degree might someday help you get ... discover.' He took a deep breath and sipped his tea. Grunted something about medical school, law school, and real work." (Hosseini, 142)
- - - - "I think maybe you'll win the tournament this year. What do you think?" (Hosseini, 59)
      - "People were stomping their feet, clapping, whistling, chanting, 'Boboresh! Boboresh!' Cut Him! Cut Him! I wondered if Baba's voice was one of them." (Hosseini, 69)
      - "Then I saw Baba on our roof. He was standing on the edge, pumping both of his fists. Hollering and clapping. And that right there was the greatest moment of my twelve years of life, seeing Baba on the roof, proud of me at last." (Hosseini, 71)
      - "I didn't ask Amir about Baba. I didn't want to see him yet. In my head, I had it all planned: I'd make a grand entrance, a hero, prized trophy in my bloodied hands." (Hosseini, 72)
      - "Baba and Rahim were drinking tea and listening to the news crackling on the radio. Their heads turned. Then a smile played on my father's lips. He opened his arms. I put the kite down and walked into his thick hairy arms." (Hosseini, 84)
  - - - "'---grateful that he's healthy,' Rahum Khan was saying. 'I know, I know. But he's always buried in those books or shuffling around the house like he's lost in some dream.'" (Hosseini, 23)
      - Rahim Khan laughed. 'Children aren't coloring books. You don't get to fill them with your favorite colors.' 'I'm telling you,' Baba said, 'I wasn't like that at all, and neither were any of the kids I grew up with.'" (Hosseini, 23)
      - "I see how they push him around, take his toys from him, give him a shove here, a whack there. And, you know, he never fights back. Never. He just . . . drops his head and . . . " (Hosseini, 24)
      - "He lowered his voice, but I heard him anyway. 'If I hadn't seen the doctor pull him out of my wife with my own eyes, I'd never believe he's my son.'" (Hosseini, 25)
      - "Hassan asked if something was bothering me. I snapped at him, told him to mind his own business. Rahim Khan had been wrong about the mean streak thing." (Hosseini, 25)
  - - - "Something roared like thunder. The earth shook a little and we heard the rat-a-tat-ta of gunfire. 'Father!' Hassan cried. We sprung to our feet and raced out of the living room. We found Ali hobbling frantically across the foyer." (Hosseini, 39)
      - "Hassan was crying. Ali pulled him close, clutched him with tenderness. Later, I would tell myself I hadn't felt envious of Hassan. Not at all." (Hosseini, 39)
      - "Just before sunrise, Baba's car peeled into the driveway. His door slammed shut and his running footsteps pounded the stairs. Then he appeared in the doorway and I saw something on his face. Something I didn't recognize before: fear. [...] 'They blocked all the roads and the telephone didn't work. I was so worried!' We let him wrap us in his arms and, for a brief insane moment, I was glad about whatever had happened that night."
  - - - "I always felt like Baba hated me a little. And why not? After all, I had killed his beloved wife, his beautiful princess, hadn't I?" (Hosseini, 20)
      - "'You knew my mother?' I asked, kneeling before the old man. 'Yes indeed,' the old beggar said. 'We used to sit and talk after class.'" (Hosseini, 262)
      - "'She said, I'm so afraid. And I said, Why?, and she said, Because I'm so profoundly happy [...] They only let you be this happy if they're preparing to take something from you,'" (Hosseini, 263)