The kite runner: learning to forgive what I couldn’t forget
Growing up , books were always a part of my childhood, though they looked different from what I read today. I was the kid who waited for the next issue of Twinkle, Liliput, Nanhe Samrat and Bal hans. But somewhere along the way, I drifted away from reading . School, life , and endless distractions of growing up slowly replaced books.
Then I came across The kite runner by Khaled hosseini. I don’t think I realised it then, but that book quietly brought me back to reading. It reminded me why stories matter, why they stay with us long after we have turned the final page.
What I felt most while reading The Kite Runner was anger, vulnerability , and heartbreak.
I was angry- so unbelievably angry- at certain characters and the choices they made. There were moments when I wanted to close the book because I simply couldn’t accept what had happened. But as the story unfolded, that anger slowly transformed into something more complicated. Not forgiveness, perhaps , understanding. Khaled hosseini has a rare gift ; he makes you judge his characters, then quietly asks you to step into their shoes.
The friendship between Amir and Hassan is what captures your heart from the very beginning. Hassan is one of the purest characters I have ever read. Despite everything life takes away from him , his love for Amir never seems to fade. The line that has stayed with me ever since I read the book is : “ My first word was Baba. His was Amir”.That single sentence tells you everything about Hassan’s heart. His loyalty was not something he chose occasionally - it was simply who he was.
And then there is Aseef, the boy who bullied Hassan. Every time he appeared , I felt a sense of dread. He represented a hatred that eventually grew into something much larger than taliban regime. Through his story, hosseini also forces readers to confront the horrifying reality of Afgahnistan. Reading about life under the taliban was heartbreaking. The fear , the violence , the constant uncertainty- it is difficult even to imagine living in such conditions. My heart especially ached for the women , whose lives were stripped of dignity , freedom , and even the smallest choices.
Amir is perhaps one of the most complex protagonist I have ever come across. I spent most of the book trying to understand him. He was only a child , frightened, desperate for his fathers approval, and paralysed by fear. I know all of that.
But I don’t think I will ever completely forgive him.
Understanding someone and forgiving them are two very different things.
What made his character remarkable, however , was that he didn’t spend the rest of his life pretending nothing had happened. He carried his guilt everywhere and eventually chose to face it.
Seeing Sohrab, Hassan’s son, trust Amir just as Hassan once did was perhaps one of the most emotional parts of the novel. That trust felt so fragile, especially after everything the child had endured.
Some books entertain you. Some educate you. And then there are books like the kite runner - that quietly change you, without you noticing.
“For you, a thousand times over”.
