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Why we
Design Cover
like this…
The design meaning of this cover comes from my
perception and understanding of this book. It's like a
beautiful and unreal dream! It takes the blue sky as the
background, but such a blue sky can not be seen in the
turbulent Afghanistan, where there will only be yellow
sand and smoke. There is a child
fl
ying a kite on it. The
child is actually Hassan. Hassan in the book is loyal,
brave and kind. In the face of Assef's threat and sexual
abuse, he fought without hesitation in order to get Amir's
praise from his father, even if there is no possibility of
defeating Assef. Just because he said to Amir for you,
thousands of times! The end of such a character is
tragic. He died in the war. So I believe that Hassan in the
sky must be happy and happy, and can
fl
y kites freely.
The red hot-air balloon carries Amir's guilt and thoughts,
and Amir has said to Hassan thousands of times for you!
Once Hassan has passed away. If you miss it in your life,
you won't get it again. Even to make up and repent, it's
too late. And now what we have to do is to chase our
kites bravely and cherish everything we have now!
— Xiao, Taylor, Cover chief designer

Hassan
A metaphorical
dreamlike
setting
The most
touching line
in the book
carries Amir's
guilt and thoughts
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Prologue
In this book, the poet from our group for the beauty of "the
kite runner" write poetry, also have through the di
ff
erent
Angle of view in a new way to feel "the kite runner, and
professional scholars analyze the historical background
behind" the kite runner ", there is also a professional
director for your analysis of the di
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erence between book
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fi
lm... You can also enjoy the beautiful
design style of this book. The whole book is a beautiful
work of art.
— Li, Nathanael, Art consultant and renowned
author

1
Poems
A Kite with Broken String
My kite
rested on the branches of the tree.
Lacerated skeleton of the kite
cried out to the sky.
The broken string in my hand
lost opportunities to
fl
y up into the sky forever.
The kite runner stood still.
The raging wind lashed my cold face.
My kite can’t reach the clouds.
Time could not erase his traces,
he is still on my mind.
The kite
fl
ew to the end of the sky,
losing in the river of time.
I was always trying so hard to catch him
However, only one string was caught.
I knew it was not my kite,
but it was left to me by him.
The kite runner
pull the string tightly in the hands.
I have it all again.
This time, let me say to you.
For you, thousand times over!
— Cherry, Famous poet, sentimental, often a little blue

See You, My Best Friend
The kite
fl
ew away,
I'll get it back,
As before, smile for you,
My Amir Agha.
The kite,
fl
oating away,
I ran wildly,
You can't run. I must take you
back,
Give it to him, my Amir Agha.
Even if I pay my life and self-
esteem
Because you're glitterng, like Amir
Agha,
Only I understand what you mean to him.
In fact, I know everything about you, Amir Agha.
In front of the despicable race, you are my best and only
friend
In turbulent times, we were forced to separate
But I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid, and you don't have to
be afraid,
for you, a thousand times over.
See you! Can I see you again?
I thought I could, but I can't do it anymore.
— Taylor, A famous poet

2
Film or Novel Comparison
1. The novel realistically depicts Afghanistan's
civilisation and backwardness, security and danger,
and the duality of Afghan men. The
fi
lm's portrayal
of Afghanistan is clearly stereotyped.
The description of the main antagonist, Assef:
In the novel, Assef is half-Afghan, but in the
fi
lm, he is
fully Afghan, with a savage nature.
About Assef's bullying and raping
Hassan. In the novel, young Assef
asks for a kite, but Hassan doesn’t
give it to him, so Assef pounces on
him and ends up raping Hassan.
Building on this, the
fi
lm's director
promotes visualisations of the
entire plot, Assef's brutal
expression and clenches
fi
st as
Hassan refuses, and after he
lunges at Hassan, he gives him a hard kick and
handcu
ff
s him. The
fi
nal scene shows Assef raping
Hassan in close-up, vividly showing the young Assef as
a brutal rapist. In the
fi
lm, Assef is portrayed as an
underdeveloped Afghan.
Assef in the movie

2. The nuances of dialogue in the
fi
lm do not
adequately re
fl
ect the context.
Use of the word, Agha:
When Hassan takes out his loaded slingshot and aims
it at Assef, he asks him to leave them alone, and uses a
term of respect, Agha. In the book, Agha is expanded
and reveals the deep in
fl
uence of the Afghan class
system on them. But in the
fi
lm, explanation is
lacking.
—Sheila，famous
fi
lm critic
“Please leave us alone, Agha”

3
Historical Events
Comparison
1. The historical background of Amir's childhood,
"April Revolution", at the beginning of the story.
The victory of the "April Revolution" on 27
–
28 April 1978
marketed the onset of 43 years of con
fl
ict in the country. It
was processed by the People's Democratic Party of
Afghanistan(PDPA), which overthrew General Mohammed
Daoud Khan, who came to power in the 1973 Afghan coup,
establishing an autocratic one-party system. The revolution
resulted in the creation of a Soviet-aligned government, and
so on.
"April Revolution"

2. The historical background of Amir's departure from
Afghanistan, “Soviet–Afghan War”, the rising action of
the story.
The atheist stance of the new government and the changes
it introduced, in September 1979, ha
fi
zzola of the same
organization was endorsed by the opposition group to
replace Taraki. However, Ha
fi
zola emphasized national
autonomy and was not the preferred candidate of the
Brezhnev government. On December 27, Amin was killed.
The Soviet-backed Karmal came to power and realized that
the internal struggle of the Democratic government was
failing. After the rise of the rebels, the Soviet union
increased its aid to suppress the rebels. The Soviet army,
which had been prepared for a long time, invaded
Afghanistan and began the war.
—Jackson，famous historian
“Soviet–Afghan War”

4
Dairy Entries
29th December 2021
Dear Diary,
Today, I told my dad what happened before. I talked about how
high the kite flew, how excited I was to go kite chasing.I also told
dad I met Assef and his horrendous friends, and how they bullied
and insulted me. I said my ache and pain to my father, I know my
dad saw my trembling legs and the blood between my legs. I cried
in my father's arms, my father also cried. I said everything
without mentioning Amir Agha. I know he saw what happened
that day. I clearly saw him hiding in the corner and leaving. I
know, my dad knows, but I begged father not to tell the milord.
How could Amir Agha not want to help me? He just had some
reasons.
I came home with my father today, and the milord came to my
father and asked me if I had stolen Amir Agha's watch. I looked
at Amir Agha who didn't speak. He just kept his head down.
After accidentally making eye contact with me, he quickly looked
away and never made eye contact again. And I said, "Yes." I
thought about it as if it was the last thing I could do for Amir
Agha. Then dad told the milord we were leaving. I don't think
Amir Agha wants to see me either, and he'll be glad I'm gone. I
think it's worth it if he's happy because he's my best friend and

I'm happy when he's happy. On the other hand, soon I feel a little
sad because my best friend wanted me to leave.(っ╥╯﹏╰╥c)
Is there anyone else who would run a kite for him without me? I
kept my eyes on Amir Agha before turning away. Why didn't he
look at me? Didn't he feel a little bit sad by my leaving? We used
to do everything together, such as eating, sleeping, playing,
catching kites. I thought this could go on forever, but it just
doesn't achieve it anymore. Will I see you again? It’s impossible.
I'm going to leave. Amir Agha, if I can't see you again, I only hope
you will meet another person who would like say “for him,
thousand times over” after that.
Goodnight! Have a sweet dream! ੭ ᐕ)੭*⁾⁾
(By Cherry)

4th January 2022
Dear Diary,
Today should have been a beautiful day. I imagined that I helped
Amir Agha win the kite competition. Then he waited for me to
find the kite and we went home together. The day ended with the
praise of Amir's father and the sound of his story telling me.
Then the reality is cruel. When I picked up the kite, I met today's
nightmare. Arthur they forced me to hand over the kite, but I
can't, because this is Amir Agha's kite. He is my best friend. I
want to help him guard what he wants. Because of my
insubordination, a group of them violated me and insulted me. I
cried, but no one came to save me. Time passed slowly. After a
long time, I trembled all over, but I can't let Amir Agha wait too
long. I want to stand up, even if the blood in the wound is flowing
all the time. I must hide them from Amir Agha and see me
embarrassed. But I didn't expect to find Amir Agha waiting for
me when I walked out of the alley. I was very flustered and
afraid. I just hope he doesn't see what I was like. I talked to him
as if nothing had happened. To be honest, I can feel that he is
very different today. Although I don't want him to see it in my
heart, the fact is that he must have seen it, so he began to
alienate me. I understand, Amir Agha, but I have only one friend.
You are my best friend. I don't blame you or resent you. I just
hope you don't ignore me and drive me away.
I hope Amir can play with me as happily as before tomorrow. Let
me pray that tomorrow will be better!
Goodnight！(≧ω≦)/
(Taylor)

What Have We Done
Too Close
Music
Playlist
especially for
The Kite Runner
I Won’t Give Up
You Found Me
You’ll Be In My Heart
Too Close
What Have We Done
I Won’t Give Up
You Found Me
You’ll Be In My Heart

I Won’t Give Up⎋
By Jason Marz
“I won’t give up on us” “Even if the skies get rough” “I’m
giving you all my love” “I’m still looking up”
To save Amir from the burden of childhood, he decided to
adopt Sohrab and bring him to America. When other
characters in the story told Amir that the chances of him
taking Sohrab to America were very low, he felt even more
motivated to overcome an obstacle.
—Sheila, famous connoisseur of songs

You Found Me⎋
By The Fray
“Lost and insecure” “You found me, you found me”
Amir returned to Taliban-controlled territory, and Sohrab was
taken from the orphanage by a Taliban leader. Assef fought
against the Soviets and, after being tortured, joined the Taliban.
A sexually assaulted dancer, Sohrab. Amir was beaten and
ended up running away with Sohrab. Because Amir could not
prove that Sohrab was an orphan or get a visa to go to the
United States, Sohrab had to stay in an orphanage. Terri
fi
ed of
the orphanage, Sohrab was rescued with a slashed wrist.

Too Close⎋
By Alex Clare
“At the end of it all” “You’re still my best friend”
Then Hassan and Ali left Baba and Amir. In 1981, when the
Soviet Union invaded Afghanistan, Rahim Khan took care of the
house while Baba and Amir went to America. Baba died and
Amir got married. In 2001, Rahim Khan told Amir that Hassan
and his wife had been killed by the Taliban in 1996 for being
racist. Amir knew hassan was his half-brother, and he felt even
more guilty. He wanted salvation by helping Hassan's son,
Sohrab, who had been orphaned.

You’ll Be in My Heart⎋
By Phill Collins
“Come stop your crying” “It will be alright” “Just take my hand”
“Hold it tight”
When Amir and Sohrab returned to America, Sohrab stopped
talking to anyone because he had been hurt. One weekend after
Sept. 11, 2001, sohrab
fi
nally smiled at Amir as he ran a kite in a
park.

What Have We Done⎋
By The Veer Union
“Why do we hurt each other?” “We all bleed the same colour”
Why was Amir always so mean to Hassan? Why was Amir still a bystander
when Assef insulted Hassan for picking up amir's kite?
“Can’t we help one another?” “Open up our narrow minds”
Amir understood why Baba liked Hassan rather than the timid one. He had
misunderstood and proved himself by winning the kite
fl
ying championship
and Hassan coming in second. But on hassan's way back from picking up his
kite, he refused to give it to Assef and was raped. Amir didn't save Hassan
because he was weak. He felt guilty for not properly recognising his
shortcomings and making more serious mistakes. He didn't want to face Amir.
He accuses Hassan of stealing, and Hassan leaves disappointed, further
souring their relationship.

6
Changing Perspectives
Kite Competition
Hassan's perspective
Today is a kite competition, which is very important to Amir Agha.
I had a dream last night, a wonderful dream: "We are at Kalka Lake, me,
Amir Agha, Dad, Master, Rahim Khan, and thousands of others. The sun
is shining in the sky and will The temperature and the blessings of Allah
were sprinkled on us. The lake is clean and free of impurities, just like
the mirror of Amir Agha, but the strange thing is that no one dared to
swim. They rumoured that there was a ghost in the lake. The lurker at
the bottom of the lake, waiting. But suddenly Amir Agha kicked o
ff
his
shoes, took o
ff
his clothes, and stood in front of everyone like a hero:
'There are no ghosts in the lake' Amir Agha shouted 'I Let me prove it to
you!' Before everyone could stop Amir Agha, he plunged into the water
and swam away. We all followed and swam. The people on the shore
were terri
fi
ed, they They all screamed 'Come back! Come back!' When
we swam to the middle of the lake, stopped, turned to the shore, and
waved at them. The lake is so big, and the people on the shore looked
like tiny ants , but I could hear their applause. Now they know that there
are no ghosts in the lake at all. Then the lake changed its name and
people called it 'Lake of Sultan Amir and Hassan of Kabul'. Then I and A
Master Mill collects money from those who swim in the lake."
In the morning, when I was making the black tea that Amir Agha was
drinking for breakfast, I told him the dream.
When he heard us swimming with him in the lake, "But you can't swim,"
he said.
"It was in a dream, Amir Agha, we can do anything!" I told him with a
smile.
"What does this dream mean?" when he heard the whole dream

I baked the naan, smeared it with sweet jam, and put it on the master's
plate. "I don't know, Amir Agha, and I expect you to tell me."
"Well, it was just a stupid dream, with no meaning," said Amir Agha.
"But Dad said dreams always mean nothing."
"Then go ask him, how smart he is." Amir Agha said impatiently while
drinking tea.
Although Amir Agha is a little irritable, I know that he did not rest well
last night and was a little nervous. I understand that it has always been
the case.
It snowed again last night, the streets were gleaming silver with the new
snow, and the sky was impeccably blue. Snow covered the roofs of
every house in the city, and even the branches of the dwarf mulberry
tree were covered with snow. In just one night, snow
fi
lled all the cracks
and gutters. When the Agha and I walked out of the door, I saw that the
Agha was blinded by the dazzling snow. Dad closed the door behind us,
and I heard Dad praying for me—every time I was out, he prayed for me,
and he cared about me.
There are really many people on the street. Children play snowball
fi
ghts
chasing each other. The kite
fi
ghters were walking with their stringers,
making
fi
nal preparations. There were bursts of laughter and laughter
from the neighbourhood, the roofs were crowded with spectators, they
were reclining on folding chairs, the black tea in the thermos was
steaming, and some loud music came from the tape recorder. I
remember that Amir Agha liked this
singer very much. , The singer's name
seems to start with Ai, I forgot the
exact name. I found Amir Agha looking
home, I followed his gaze, and found
Master and Rahim Khan sitting on a
bench, both wearing woollen sweaters
and drinking tea. The master waved to
us, but he should be waving to Amir
Agha.
I told Amir Agha we had to start, and Amir Agha looked at me and
suddenly lowered his eyes again.
"I kinda don't want to
fl
y a kite today," I heard Amir Agha mutter.

"Today is a good day." I patted his shoulder.
Amir Agha squinted at the roof of the house and muttered, "I don't
know, maybe we should go home."
I don't want Amir Agha to be like this, I want him to be like my dream,
with his chest out and fearless, to prove himself to everyone.
So I stepped forward, leaned into his ear, and told him, "Remember,
Amir Agha, there are no ghosts, just a good day." After I
fi
nished
speaking, I took a step back and looked at Amir Agha.
Amir Agha turned his head and looked at me, then at the roof of the
house, and whispered, "No ghosts." Although I can't read minds, I can
tell that he feels better.
I laughed too. "No ghosts."
"you sure?"
I closed my eyes and nodded.
After a while, Amir Agha said, "Let's
fl
y a kite."
"Okay" I held up our kite, which my master
bought for my birthday, and I love it, it was made
by the best craftsmen in the city. I ran as hard as
I could in the direction of the wind, and I
remembered that Amir Agha and I also
fl
ew kites together in the
summer, which is usually the happiest moment for Amir Agha. I felt the
cord in my hand being pulled twice, which was our signal, so I let go.
The kite soared up, making a sound like a bird
fl
apping its wings. I
applaud Amir Agha's technique. He handed me the spool, and I
hurriedly reeled it up.
There are at least twenty kites hanging in the air, like paper sharks,
cruising to hunt for food. In less than an hour, the number had doubled,
and red, blue, and yellow kites were
fl
ying to and fro in the sky, shining
brightly. A cold breeze blew through Amir Agha's hair, pulling it up. This
wind is just right for kite
fl
ying, and the wind speed is not too high, just
enough to make the kite
fl
oat and easy to control. The Agha was beside
me, holding the glass string of the kite tightly in his hand, and his palm
was cut with blood by the string.

In an instant, the secant line began, and the
fi
rst set of thwarted kites
broke and fell down in a gyration. They streak across the sky like
shooting stars, trailing their shining tails, and strewn across
neighbouring blocks, rewarding kite runners. I could hear the kite
runners, shouting loudly, running down the streets. Someone ripped
their throats and shouted, and reports of clashes broke out in two
streets.
I saw the Agha looking at the old master, I don't know what he was
thinking, but I hope he will not be distracted, the Agha will not be happy
if our kite is cut o
ff
.
The kites are falling, and ours is still soaring. The Agha was still
fl
ying
the kite, and his eyes glanced at the old man from time to time. Master
is surprised to see Amir Agha persisting for so long, isn't he?
"Your eyes are not looking at the sky, you won't last long!" I was afraid
that the Agha would be distracted, so I shouted to him.
Amir Agha turned his gaze back into the air. A red kite is approaching.
The Agha confronted it for a while. The kite lost patience and tried to cut
our kite from below. The Agha cut o
ff
the kite easily.
The streets and alleys are full of triumphant kite runners, holding up their
trophies and showing them o
ff
in front of their friends and relatives. But
they all know that the best is yet to come, and that the biggest prizes
are still
fl
ying. The Agha has cut o
ff
a yellow kite with a white tail, at the
cost of another wound on his index
fi
nger, and blood dripping to the
ground. He let me hold the thread, cleaned the wound, and wiped my
fi
ngers on the jeans.
Another hour later, the number of surviving kites in the sky has been
reduced from about
fi
fty to ten. Ours is one of them, and the Agha made
the top twelve. I know the tour is at this stage and it's going to last a
while, because those guys have a lot of skill to survive - they don't fall
into simple traps like my favourite, the old jump drop.
By three o'clock in the afternoon, the clouds were overcast, the sun was
hiding behind them, the shadows began to lengthen, and the spectators
on the roof wore scarves and thick coats. There are only six kites left,
and ours is still one of them. My legs are sore and my neck is sti
ff
. But
seeing the kites fall one by one, the hope in my heart grows little by
little, like snow
fl
akes piled on the wall, one piece at a time.

My eyes turned to a blue kite that had been killing it for the past hour.
"How many did it kill?" the Agha asked.
"I counted eleven," I replied.
"Do you know who is
fl
ying the kite?"
I clicked my tongue and lifted my chin. This is my signature move that I
don't know, the Agha understands me. The blue kite cut o
ff
a big purple
guy and made two big circles. Ten minutes later, it killed two more, and
the kite runners swarmed up and went after them. After another half
hour, only four kites remained. Our kite was still
fl
ying, and the Agha's
movements were impeccable, so exciting! Fifteen minutes later, the
dream that seemed very funny in the morning suddenly came to our
senses: only our kite and another guy were left. Yes, that blue kite.
The situation was as tense as the glass line drawn by the Agha's
bleeding hand. People stopped, clapped, screamed, and cheered. "Kill
it! Kill it!" I wondered if the lord and Rahim Khan were cheering too? The
music was deafening, and the smell of steamed buns and fritters wafted
from the roof and the open door.
"You are about to win, Amir Agha, you are
about to win!" I gasped with excitement.
I saw Amir Agha closed his eyes and let go of
the hand holding the thread. The cold wind
pulled the kite high, and the line seemed to cut
another wound in the Agha's
fi
nger. I saw that
the blue kite's head suddenly drooped and ran
away like a loser.
I was shaking with excitement, hugging Amir
Agha's neck and screaming constantly.
"Fantastic! Fantastic! Amir Agha!"
Then Agha also screamed loudly, everything was so colourful, so
pleasant to the ear, everything was so fresh and beautiful. He held me
with his empty hands and we jumped up and down, both of us laughing
and crying. "You win, Amir Agha! You win!" I shouted.
"We won! We won!" The Agha only shouted this sentence. This should
be the best moment that Amir Agha has experienced when he grows up
"Hassan, we..."

"I know," I broke free from the master's embrace, "God bless, we'll
celebrate later. Now, I'm going to help you chase that blue kite." I put
down the reel and ran away, I felt my The back frill of the green robe he
was wearing was dragging on the snow.
"Hassan!" I heard the Agha yell at me, "bring it back!”
“For you, a thousand times over!” I yelled.
This is the honour of Amir Agha, and I will de
fi
nitely bring the kite back.
There is only one thought in my mind. As I ran down the long street, it
was as if I had a map in my heart that would always lead me to the
place where the kite fell. I ran past the market, past the mosque, and ran
into a small alley. At the end of the alley, the blue kite seemed to be an
overlooked treasure. I hurried over and picked it up. I looked at it and
was extremely happy. When I went out with the kite, three tall
fi
gures
blocked my way.
I looked up and saw the three boys, the three I met at the foot of the
mountain with Amir Agha the day after Daoud Khan launched the coup
d'état, and were then sent away with a slingshot.
I hurriedly put the kite behind me, clenched my
fi
sts, and if necessary, I
would
fi
ght them, but the kite had to be safe, something Amir Agha had
been looking forward to for a long time.
Vari on one side, Kamo on the other, and Assef in the middle. I felt my
body shrink and a chill rose up my spine. Assef looked relaxed and
con
fi
dent, and he was putting on his stainless steel gloves. The other
two guys moved their feet nervously, looking at Assef, then at me, as if
they were trapping some kind of beast that only Assef could tame
"Where's your slingshot, Hazara?" Assef said, playing with the gloves in
his hands.
"What did you say? 'They'll call you Assef the Cyclops.'" Assef paused.
"Very well, Assef the Cyclops...so smart, really smart. Again, When
people have loaded weapons in their hands, it's hard not to be smart."
Assef spoke in a slow, low, and terribly beaten tone.
I felt lead in my legs and couldn't move or even breathe. I can only
watch helplessly as they slowly approach me. I really wish Master Amir
could be here, he gives me hope.
"But you're lucky today, Hazara," Assef said, with a creepy smile. "I'm in
a good mood, and I can forgive you. What do you think, boys?"

"Too magnanimous," Kamo called, "especially considering how rude he
was to us last time." He tried to imitate Assef's tone, but there was a
quiver in his voice. He seemed a little scared, but at random I got it: he
wasn't scared of me, de
fi
nitely not. He was afraid because he didn't
know what Assef was thinking. I'm also afraid, I don't know what kind of
shit this kind of person can do.
Assef made a dismissal gesture. "Forgive you, that's all." He lowered his
voice, "Of course, nothing in this world is free, and my forgiveness
requires a small price."
Better not to.
"Fair enough," Camer said.
"Nothing is free," added Warri.
"You're such a lucky Hazara," Assef said, taking a step toward me.
"Because today, all you pay is this blue kite. Fair deal, boys, isn't it?"
"More than fairness," Camer said.
I could feel the look of fear in my eyes as there was a smug look on their
faces. But no, I shook my head, "Master Amir won the tour, and I
chased this kite for him. I chased it fairly, it's his kite." In the cold
December, this sound seems a little thin.
"Faithful Hazara, loyal as a dog," Assef said.
Kamo let out a shuddering, nervous laugh.
"But before you sacri
fi
ced yourself for him, did you think about it? Will
he sacri
fi
ce for you? Don't you wonder why he doesn't call you when he
plays with guests? Why does he always ignore you when no one is
there? I'll tell you why, Hazara. Because to him, you're nothing but an
ugly pet. Something he can play with when he's bored and kick away
when he's angry Stu
ff
. Stop fooling yourself into thinking you mean
more."
"Master Amir is my friend," I said. I feel like my face is hot, it must be
red.
"Friend?" Assef laughed, "you poor idiot! One day you will wake up from
this little fantasy and
fi
nd out what a good friend he is. Listen, enough,
give the kite to we."
I bent down and picked up a rock.
Assef was taken aback for a moment, and he began to take a step back.
"Last chance, Hazara."
My answer was to hold up the hand holding the stone, and how sad it
would be for Master Amir to see me come home empty-handed!

"Whatever you want," Assef unbuttoned his coat, unbuttoned it, folded
it slowly, and set it against the wall. I looked at him and didn't
understand what he was trying to do.
Assef waved, and the other two boys spread out, forming a semicircle,
surrounding me in the alley.
I felt like my heart was about to jump out of my mouth.
"I've changed my mind," Assef said. "I won't take your kite, Hazara.
You'll keep it so that it can always remind you of what I'm about to do."
Nervous and bullied, I threw the stone and hit Assef on the forehead.
Assef screamed and lunged at me, all I felt was a slap in the face, and I
went straight down, with Vari and Kamo swarming up.
I struggled with all my might, but to no avail, they were too strong.
In the struggle, I only had one idea to run, run with a kite, but I couldn't
do it, they wrapped my arms tightly, Assef grabbed my pants, pulled
them down, and was caught by Assef The husband threw it on a pile of
broken bricks. The alley is now full of scrap metal, discarded bicycle
tires, glass bottles with peeling labels, rolled-edge magazines, yellowed
newspapers, all scattered among a pile of bricks and cement boards.
There was a rusted iron stove by the wall, and the hole opened like a
bloodbath. But among the rubbish, there was a blue kite, leaning against
the wall, a symbol of Master Amir's honour, next to the iron stove; the
other was my brown corduroy pants, thrown on the pile of broken bricks
.
Suddenly, I understood what they were going to do.
"I don't know," Varri said. "My dad said it was a crime." His voice was
full of suspicion, excitement, fear.
I was lying on the ground, I only felt the cold ground against my face,
and Assef, although I couldn't see what he was doing, I imagined that
he must be stepping on my head and facing his with great power. The
younger brother gives orders. Kamo and Wari each grabbed my hand,
twisted it from the elbow, and pressed it behind my back.
"Your father won't
fi
nd out," Assef said. "Teach this rude ass a lesson.
What does it have to do with crime?"
"I don't know," Ware muttered.
"Whatever you want," Assef said, to Kamo, "what do you say?"
"I... well..."
"He's just a Hazara," Assef said. Camo didn't speak.

"Okay," Assef said resentfully, "you cowards, just hold him down for
me. Can you do it?"
All of a sudden, I didn't want to move anymore, I even lost the
motivation to run away. I am now a
fi
sh on the chopping board, a lamb
to be slaughtered, and I can't do anything but feel ashamed.
Assef knelt down behind me, put his hands on my hips, and lifted my
ass. He stretched one hand over my back and undid his belt with the
other. He took o
ff
his pants and took a position behind me.
I turned my head, not wanting to feel the shame. I feel like I'm
disgusting, even worse than the dust in the most corners. A burst of
piercing pain spread throughout my body, and apart from the pain, I was
only helpless.
There is only helplessness left, just like in the deepest seabed, the
darkest night, unable to breathe, unable to speak, the light I see is so
weak, I can't reach it at all, only the pain that I can't breathe and the
eternal despair are left. . I don't want Master Amir to see me like this.
I am no longer clean
I'm so humiliated
i'm so angry
I am so helpless...
Countless thoughts swirled around in my heart, and in the end there was
only endless darkness left.
The last light in my eyes was also swallowed up by the huge black hole
in my heart, and my heart died, dead inside …
After a brief eternity, Assef let out a gasp, ending his regular breathing.
He stood up, buckled his belt, waved his hand, and walked away with
his little brother, leaving me with an empty body. I thought it would be
rotten here, but when I thought that Master Amir was still waiting for me,
I forced myself to stand up, put on my pants, picked up Master Amir's
kite, and went out full.

It was getting dark at this time, and on the empty street, I saw Master
Amir and staggered towards him. I know my clothes are messed up,
look-less, they seem to be covered with dirt, and they are torn in
nowhere. I stood as best I could, with my legs wobbly, I adjusted, stood
fi
rm, and handed the kite to Master Amir.
"Where have you been? I'm looking for you," said Master Amir, but he
spoke as if he were chewing a whole naan.
I quickly raised my hand and wiped away my tears and snot. Makes me
look normal, but has little e
ff
ect. I didn't want to talk, so the Agha and I
stood silently in the vanishing sky. I am thankful that night has come to
cover my unclean face.
I'm trying to say something to break this. But my throat seemed to be
stu
ff
ed with stones, and I couldn't say a word. I felt a thick liquid run
down between my legs, out of my pants, and dripped onto the snow,
staining the white snow.
—Nathanael, famous writer, but also a very organised artist

7
Plot Diagram
The Kite Runner 2
California's blue sky is gentle. it embraces scattered clouds into
its arms. The sky is an unobstructed blue, shining like a crystal.
Whenever I have a busy afternoon, I leave the studio and go out
to the yard to
fi
nd inspiration. And when I look up at the sky in
the courtyard, there are always kites
fl
ying in the sky，that is
Sohrab, and his friends.
Under the care and concern of my wife and me, Sohrab gradually
got out of the haze before me. I gave him a kite and taught him
how to
fl
y a kite. Sohrab was as smart as his dad, and he was
always able to get the kite to
fl
y in the direction he wanted. With
his excellent kite
fl
ying skills, he has won the love of children in
the community. Now he is no longer lonely as before, but plays
with those cute little friends. I believe Hassan will laugh when he
sees this scene.
It was an ordinary afternoon, and my wife found a tin box while
cleaning my father's old house. She didn't open it but handed it
directly to me. I was curious about this iron box and when I
opened it, I found an envelope and a map. In the envelope, my
father told me that before he left Afghanistan, he invested most
of his assets in orphanages to support poor orphans, while others
hid in the basement of the old house. That map showed an

extremely hidden entrance to the ground that I never saw as a
kid.
I told my wife about it and she was shocked by it too, but she
chose to follow my wishes. She was always so kind and
understanding. I don't show much enthusiasm for this treasure
because I don't want to break this happy life without
authorisation. Until the next day, a phone call disrupted my
thoughts.
The next morning, just after lunch with my family, the phone rang.
I walked over to pick up the phone, and then I heard a message
that made my head spin. On the other side of the phone was the
Pakistani driver who took me to Afghanistan at the time. He told
me that the orphanage we had been to be in was attacked by the
Taliban. Receive punishment. I didn't have to think to know that
this was Assef's revenge on me. I felt very regretful and
remorseful, and I told my family about it. The wife, as always, said
to follow my choice, while Sohrab was eavesdropping at the door,
and when he knew I was going to Afghanistan, he ran to me with
the slingshot that Hassan gave him, and he said he would give it
to him Dad's revenge helps those brothers and sisters who used
to be the same. I followed his
fi
rm gaze, as if I saw Hassan's
con
fi
dence and perseverance when chasing the kite.
So, I took Sohrab, said goodbye to my wife, and embarked on
another journey to Afghanistan.
Afghanistan, an ancient cyclisation with a thousand-year history,
has high-quality grasslands and water sources. There used to be
dense forests here, and children laughed and laughed in the sun.
And now that I can't even go back to this historic land easily, I'm
sitting in the SUV with Hassan and the fake beard on our faces
makes me uncomfortable. I looked out the window. There were
broken walls everywhere, and the scene was no di
ff
erent from a

year ago. Instead of bringing a glimmer of hope to the country,
the Taliban government has been repressed everywhere, leaving
the people in dire straits. The dense woods have turned into
lonely tree stumps, highlighting the damage caused by the war to
the country. Children play in the smoke created by the war. The
pure green grassland and blue sky, which symbolise freedom, are
also covered in grey by the smoke and dust.
Along the way, we passed many outposts. The guns and music
played by the Taliban made Sohrab feel scared. I held him in my
arms, but he was still a little trembling. With the help of a
Pakistani driver, we came to the orphanage again, but we found
that the orphanage had been sealed. The bullet holes and
bloodstains on the walls clearly highlighted what happened not
long ago. I broke into the orphanage despite the driver's
dissuasion, and Sohrab ran out with me. I walked towards the
orphanage, hoping to
fi
nd even a hidden child. Sohrab ran into
the building and shouted some names I hadn't heard before, the
names of children in distress……
I pulled Sohrab into the SUV and left the orphanage. We were all
silent. I didn't expect Assef to take revenge on the children...
When I left this area, I found many residents. We were all driven
to the football stadium where we used to be, and we were
ordered to stop and go to the football stadium to witness the
"trial". After my inquiry, I learned that it was the dean and the
"disobedient" children who were to be tried.
I got out of the car with Sohrab and the driver and headed to the
football stadium under threat from the Taliban. In the middle of
the journey, my stomach suddenly became very swollen and
painful, which should be the reason for acclimatisation. I
entrusted Sohrab to the driver. Afterwards, under the guard of a
Taliban soldier, I went to the public toilet to go to toilet. Just
when I had just lifted my pants and was about to leave the toilet,
a few mu
ffl
ed noises suddenly came from outside. I slowly poked

my head out of the toilet, only to
fi
nd that the Taliban soldier had
been knocked aside by a dozen or so smartly dressed strangers.
When I came out, the strangers also found me, then became alert,
and
fl
ed the pistol from their arms. And I immediately raised my
hands and explained to them that I was not the Taliban, and then
I ripped o
ff
my fake beard to prove myself. The strangers looked
at each other, put away their weapons, and smiled at me. During
the conversation, I learned that they are civil organisations that
resist the Taliban, and they want to disrupt this "trial" so as to
resist the Taliban's rule. Only then did I know that they turned out
to be
fi
ghters of Afghan civilian guerrillas!
After knowing their identities, I came up with an idea, which was
to make them
fi
ghters, pretend to be Taliban soldiers, and start a
riot to rescue the orphans. The leader of this group of
fi
ghters is
an uncle named Muhammad. He has several scars on his face. In
his self-introduction, I learned that his family was destroyed by
the Taliban. For revenge, he recruited Those who hated the
Taliban to form guerrillas against the Taliban. I admire this man
very much— he has agile skills and a smart brain. He agreed to
my idea and then had the guerrillas dress partly as Taliban
soldiers and partly as ordinary Afghans who were threatened like
me.
Then, we set out on a journey to rescue the orphans.
The football stadium was full, but the crowd was silent. Taliban
soldiers with guns proclaimed their reign of terror. I found the
driver and Sohrab, and sat beside them, while Uncle Mohammed
and others stood up with guns and played Taliban soldiers, while
others, like me, sat in the audience and played the crowd. But
they all carry pistols in their arms, and they will attack those
Taliban reactionaries as long as they give an order.

Everything is the same as a year ago, the same car, the same
sunglasses, the same face. The only di
ff
erence is that the gap in
his left eye is Sohrab's "masterpiece". The children and the dean
were driven by Taliban soldiers, some crying but still being
dragged to the judgment seat by the soldiers. I couldn't hold back
the anger in my heart, and even wanted to rush over for a while,
but Uncle Mohammed stopped me with his eyes…
The host started his lengthy speech, with the children crying... It
made me want to leave this hell on earth all the time, but I
immediately realised that something was wrong. Assef looked at
the crowd, and when he glanced at the crowd, he kept his eyes
on my face. but it might be because of the wind and sand, my
face was covered with black dust, and Assef didn't con
fi
rm it and
put it on my face. I missed it... just as I was relieved, a crying
child suddenly ran out to get out of here. I cheer this brave little
warrior in my heart and hope he can get out of here, but this is
wishful thinking after all. Taliban soldiers shot and killed the child,
and for a moment there was a riot in the audience, but the
Taliban soldiers quickly suppressed it. There was anger and
hatred in my eyes. But just then Assef looked at me again and
seemed to recognise me, walking towards me with a gun. I felt
very nervous and scared, and Uncle Mohammad also noticed
something was wrong, so he took the whistle in his hand and was
ready to
fi
ght at any time.
Assef walked step by step. I looked at his white clothes, but I
seemed to see the red bloodstain that used to exist on his cloth! I
was very nervous, and Sohrab, who was beside me, lowered his
head and dared not look at Assef. Assef
fi
nally walked in front of
me step by step. At this moment, the football
fi
eld seemed to be
completely silent, only the sound of the wind rang in my ears. At
this moment, Assef suddenly said loudly: "Finally found you."
Then he wanted to strangle my neck. I quickly resisted, but Assef
raised his
fi
st and punched me in the face. "You know how much
I miss you, you really run away!" Assef said. I almost fainted from

being punched. At this moment, Assef shouted and covered his
right eye, and I was thrown to the ground. I looked aside with
di
ffi
culty, only to
fi
nd that Sohrab was holding a slingshot. His
hands were shaking, but his face. It is full of
fi
rmness!
"Shoot them!" The Taliban soldiers shouted, and suddenly there
was another whistle. "Go and rescue the hostages!" Uncle
Mohammed shouted and took out the guns in his hands. The
guerrilla
fi
ghters also drew their guns towards Taliban attacks in
the past! The crowd suddenly panicked, and everyone tried their
best to escape this hell on earth.
Together with the driver and Sohrab, I rescued the orphans while
the chaos was taking advantage of the chaos and asked the dean
to take these children in a van prepared in advance by the
guerrillas to escape to the village for refuge.
On the other side, the battle between Uncle Mohammed and the
Taliban soldiers also intensi
fi
ed. Uncle Mohammed led the
guerrilla
fi
ghters to
fi
ght and retreat. Just then, Assef, who was
blind, stood up and shouted: "Amir! Just run away, I will catch you
eventually and turn you into a corpse!" I looked at Assef. His eyes
were full of anger and fear, and suddenly Uncle Muhammad
covered the wound on his arm, smiled, and said to me: "I can't
shoot anymore, help me kill that demon", I looked at Uncle
Muhammad The eyes of trust
fi
nally settled down in my heart. I
raised the ri
fl
e in Uncle Muhammad's hand, as never. "Go to
Hassan with repentance!" I yelled and
fi
red the shot.
With the gunshot, it was all over, and the dust settled. Assef's
body collapsed. Blood was pouring out of his chest, but he
couldn't breathe anymore…
After leaving the football
fi
eld, I gave the treasure map left by my
father to Uncle Mohammed, hoping to use this money to help
these real warriors and people of Afghanistan…

On the border, Uncle Mohammad said goodbye to us, and I
hugged him. He and some guerrilla
fi
ghters saluted me and
thanked me for my dedication and contribution. I hurriedly helped
them stand up because they should be heroes I need to salute
and admire!
Sohrab and I got back to America with the help of a Pakistani
driver and got back on track.
Six months later, a letter from Pakistan reminded me of the
thrilling things that had happened before, and I opened the
envelope. There was a letter and a picture inside. I opened the
letter, and on it was the tone of Uncle Muhammad, who told me
about the thrilling battle of their guerrillas and the happy life of
the people in the village. Then I took out that photo again and
smiled when I saw it because that photo was
fi
lled with the smiles
of all the villagers, soldiers, and children in the village!
— Jackson, Famous historian and writer

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