Essay on the Kite Runner
One of my friends strongly recommended this book to me when I was still a freshman in Shandong University. However, at that time, I did not read it. I thought that it was just one of those huge bestsellers. Nevertheless, my second encounter with The Kite Runner was not just a mere coincidence. I happened to see the book on a bookstand on my way to the dining hall in the central campus. It was quite conspicuous among many books, so I decided to buy it.
The beautiful novel is the heartbreaking story of an unlikely friendship. The unusually eloquent story is also about the fragile relationship between fathers and sons, humans and their gods, men and their countries. Loyalty and blood are the ties that bind their stories into one of the most moving books.
The narrator Amir received a call from his friend Rahim Khan in Afghanistan one day last summer. He asked him to come to see him. This reminded him of his childhood life in Afghanistan—the past of unatoned sins. Amir saw the kites flying freely in the sky. Suddenly Hassan’s voice whispered in his head: For you, a thousand times.
Hassan, the hare lipped kite runner, was the son of Amir’s father’s servant. He was also Amir’s best friend. They used to climb the poplar trees in the driveway of his father’s house and annoy the neighbors by reflecting sunlight into their homes with a shard of mirror. They played together, and Hassan never denied him anything. They were fed from the same breasts. They took their first steps on the same lawn in the same yard. Moreover, under the same roof, they spoke their first words. They spent a lot of time experiencing the first try.
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The war in Afghanistan ruined lives there, and the masses lived in great poverty. Hassan followed his father to the United States, away from his Hassan and away from the source of conscience denounces.
One lived under the inhumane regime in Afghanistan, while the other breathed fresh air in the United States but always felt guilty and uneasy. Looking like two different lives, fate again bound them together. During the kite’s up and down, Hassan became a father. Hassan’s smile on the photo warmed close to the heart.
Actually, at this time, I cried. The two brothers parted. Suddenly, I thought about my classmates in high school, middle school even in my primary school. Those acquainted and those not acquainted no longer appeared in my life. Sometimes I wondered whether life was composed of crosses with different people. People make contact with others from strange to acquainted, from acquainted to familiar, and then from familiar to strange. From the progress, people get mature, and finally numb. Thanks to the god, there are at least some left in my life. Maybe that is enough. It is enough if people around always loves you.
If Hassan could be described as an angel, then Amir was just a person. Therefore, I do not hate Amir for watching Hassan be raped and doing nothing, for making Hassan leave his birthplace, for pelting Hassan with fruit. Because it was not Hassan’s tragedy, it was actually Amir’s. So regardless of how Amir treated Hassan, and regardless of how he bullied Hassan, from the bottom of his heart, he loved him. For him, Afghanistan is Hassan, even years after he could not remember his hometown, but he still remembered Hassan’s eyes in the sun, remembered the light smile on his mouth, and remembered his boots splashing snowflakes when he ran after the kite.
I’m always wondering why everyone is running, searching and waiting, for the kite in their heart. We hope that we can get more kites, and hang them on the walls, then aftertaste the flavor of running.
I think I may belong to the blue sky, where white clouds fly. The sky is my faith, which confirms my choice to pursuit freedom. With a kite, life and clouds lie in the same place. The place is the sky.
A perfect friend could be described as someone who is honest and trustworthy, they make you laugh, someone you enjoy spending time with, and most of all they know how to have a good time and pick you up when you’re down. The novel The Kite Runner written by Khaled Hosseini depicts the setting of a great friendship in the best and most thoughtful way but the definition does not seem to match ...
I remember clearly when I was in Grade 1 in high school, I was so mad at my instructor. He was a middle-aged man. I always drove him crazy by playing jokes on him and rebelling against him. To tell the truth, all those things were not aimed directly to him. Maybe it was just a way to express my dissatisfaction with the tedious life and study.
Perhaps there would never be any excuse for our mistakes. But we were so young. At that age, we might even have no idea of what is right or what is wrong. Maybe it is the process of growing up. So forgiving ourselves is the first step to face our mistakes. Only in this way could we face the ones we have hurt. Do not wait until you regret, like Amir.
I graduated from high school for nearly 3 years ago. It is not a long time. However, there are too many moments of the dead past for me to recall. Every time I think about the campus, the classrooms, the desks, the teachers, the classmates… I cannot help crying.
We regret the mistakes we have made. We regret the time we have lost. However, it is too late. We cannot go back again. Therefore, what we should do now is to cherish, and to forgive. Life is too short; we should cherish what we have. Do as you want, however it pains. As long as you are willing to do what is right, you can do it. Everything is limited, you will regret it if you act against your heart.