Friday, March 8, 2019
Chapter 21 notes- the kite runner Essay
Amir visits his senile house in Kabul and the hill marriage of Babas house- The city is now completely unfamiliar to Amir, and he looks at it almost as a tourist Amir looks outside his bedroom window and remembers looking out of it when watching Hassan and Amir leave. Twenty-five geezerhood earlier, I had stood behind that same window, thick rain dripping wad the panes and my breath fogging up the glass. I had watched Hassan and Ali load their belongings into the trunk of my military chaplains car -Amir Characters involved Amir Farid Hassan- Amir discusses their good memories in the yard of Babas house and up at the pomegranate channelize on the hill.Amir and Hassan. The Sultans of Kabul- still carved into the pomegranate tree. A man and woman were executed on the soccer oval in front of all the spectators Characters involved Taliban (Islamic radicals) Amir Farid Woman and man two killed by rocks And they call themselves Muslims -Farid Mord? Mord? Is he dead? -Amir Every da rkner must be punished in a manner befitting his sin - Cleric at the stadium. This part of the text gives evidence that the Taliban are brutal, seduce no sympathy and are murderers. The Taliban say they are obeying God. Meeting position to meet with the Taliban that afternoon.Characters involved Farid- asks for Amir Taliban official Symbols Pomegranate tree therefore I went looking for the abandoned cemetery. It didnt take me long to set out it. It was still there, and so was the old pomegranate tree. - Amir I stood beneath it, remembered all the times wed climbed it, straddled its branches, our legs swinging, dappled sunlight flutter through the leaves and casting on our faces a mosaic of light and shadow. The sourish taste of pomegranate crept into my mouth. -Amir The ruined, dead tree serves as a symbolic representation that the city Kabul that Amir knew was now dead. Environment- Kabul- *Desolate.*Ruined *Dusty * flea-bitten *Sun-dried Amirs house *Surrounded by weeds *Rusty The Wall of Ailing Corn was still there, though I saw no corn, ailing or other-wise, along that wall now. -Amir headstone peeled off The house was far from the sprawling white home I remembered from my childhood. It looked smaller. -Amir Like so much else in Kabul, my fathers house was the picture of fallen splendour. -Amir I wanted to step into the foyer, expression the orange peel Ali always tossed into the stove to burn the sawdust. Sit at the kitchen table, have tea with a slice of naan, listen to Hassan sing old Hazara songs. -Amir.
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