“It may be unfair, but what happens in a few days, sometimes even a single day, can change the course of a whole lifetime.”
The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini
I had heard of The Kite Runner by author Khaled Hosseini, but beyond the knowledge a kite would be involved, I was in the dark. As with many long-time popular books, it did not have a description on its back, either- just praise written years ago by numerous magazines.
The problem with this lack of foresight: My lack of mental and emotional preparation. Hosseini knows how to write, and well. His clear voice brings Afghanistan, the common, and some uncommon struggles of childhood to life. That same clear, excellent writing then depicts an inciting incident, one in which Hassan, a young boy of maybe 11 or 12, is brutally raped in an ally by a group of boys only a little older than him. The main character, Amir, witnesses the beginning of the rape against his best friend but servant, and runs.
I don’t know if I’m more sensitive than most or if everyone felt sick to their stomach after reading that scene.
For the rest of Amir’s life, he runs from the guilt of having witnessed and done nothing. He pushes away Hassan, then, when war breaks out, takes the move to America with his father as an opportunity to finally escape. He marries, earns a degree, becomes an author, and in general, starts a life. Then, years later, when called back to Afghanistan by his father’s friend, “the past claws its way out.”
I know The Kite Runner contains a number of important themes to consider, which I’ll discuss in a moment, but my main thought when reading was of the cultural encounter. Besides Exit West by Mohsin Hamid and Favorite Tales from the Arabian Nights’ Entertainments, my only knowledge of anywhere in the Middle East comes from history classes and the world news, and living in the United States largely during a time of war with that area of the world, I have not often heard the positive news.
However, a unique culture presides with Afghanistan’s people. Reading this book, I encountered some of that culture for the first time: its songs, sayings, jokes, attitudes, prejudices, customs, and more. To have a sort of inside look, a momentary living the life of another, does not often strike me while reading. With The Kite Runner, for the first time in a long time, it did.
If the culture made me smile and wonder, it paired with the themes to make me cry. Amir attempts to bury his past, not realizing the remedy for his guilt and shame lies in speaking, in putting to light his burden. He then experiences the power of forgiving others, but most importantly himself. The book provides a reminder: Even those with the best intentions make terrible mistakes. Amir has to face and accept when a person, even family, turns out both incredibly good and incredibly flawed.
Once in the United States, he also soon understands certain prejudices are unknown of in other countries, revealing them to be unfounded cultural hatreds for the sake of power. He had refused to call Hassan his friend because of a racial distinction, one that, away from Afghanistan, didn’t matter. I value a perspective like this on racism outside of my own culture’s, and I especially see how it could benefit students.
Only recently did I hear about this book already being taught in the classroom. When I first read the inciting scene, I mentioned I felt anxious for an hour or so. I see, though, The Kite Runner’s value for students. The themes are universal and work in close communion with a culture and new perspective in history, allowing for that good ole’ cross-curriculum opportunity. Students could study literary devices constructed by a fantastic author, and the potential textual pairings and class discussions could make for a rich unit.
My heart now fills yet aches when I hear the words “For you, a thousand times over.” I love the belief that “There is a way to be good again.” Hosseini’s words weave a vivid tapestry combining Afghan culture, the difficulty of being human, the power of speaking up and taking action, and a plot that had me gasping, crying, and laughing out loud. I struggled through the more brutal aspects, but the payoff in the end, one of not triumph but a glimmer of hope, made the experience worth every second.
Edit: Maybe not worth every second. I think I just don’t know how to end a post fluidly.
“I wondered if that was how forgiveness budded; not with the fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering its things, packing up, and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night.”
The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini