Re-creative writing with commentary Khaled Hosseini The Kite Runner

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Re-creative writing with commentary – Khaled Hosseini ‘The Kite Runner’

Re-creative writing – Hassan’s thoughts after he is raped in Chapter 7

Winter 1975

I opened my eyes. They were gone- Wali, Kamal and the monster with the shiny brass knuckles. The pain from the lower half of my body ran through me like an electric pulse. It was more painful than anything I had ever felt before, the physical agony was bad but the mental torment was unbearable. I felt violated, dirty and never had I felt more alone. As a Hazara I was constantly treated as nothing but filth- ‘slant-eyed donkey’ they called me. The monster called me. Its brutal words clawed their way into my mind, ‘rid Afghanistan of all the dirty, kasseef Hazaras’. The talons of the past were tearing their way into my head but I managed to fight them off, just for an instant, by turning my thoughts to Amir. My friend Amir and his bright blue kite, for which I had made my sacrifice. The kite! Had the monster taken it? I used my cold, bleeding hands to lift myself from the rubble, a sharp piece of rock slicing me as I did so- the very foundations of Kabul punishing me for my ethnicity. I frantically searched for the kite and for a fleeting moment I forgot my torment as I saw the blue kite shining in the corner, a vivid sight prominent amidst the dullness of the muddy alley, silently lingering- waiting for its new owner. I checked it wasn’t ripped; Amir would not be pleased if it was in poor condition. I had promised him I would bring him the kite a thousand times over and I never lied to Amir, just as he never lied to me, we were best friends, close enough to be brothers. Again my eyes were drawn to the kite and suddenly the monster’s twisted face flashed in my mind. Its grunts echoed in my ear. The sight of the kite reminded me of the monster’s bright blue eyes and the feeling of helplessness as he savaged me. Like a wolf on a lamb. I felt the seat of my pants- they were wet to the touch. I vomited on the crumbling wall behind me. I looked up to the sky and saw the sun was beginning to set, burning bright red as it continued its descent. I remembered my dream. I looked at the blue kite. Amir had defeated his monster; I had been unable to escape from mine. What Amir had said was true; I can’t swim, so I was helpless to escape my foe lurking beneath the lake. Amir can swim and I knew that if he had found me he would have vanquished my monster and saved me from drowning.

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I have chosen to write an insert for ‘The Kite Runner’ set shortly after Hassan is raped in an alley as it is an event which is central to both the plot and themes of the novel and I wanted to convey these themes from Hassan’s point of view. I felt it would be interesting to imagine the perspective of Hassan after this massively traumatic experience as it is an event which truly tests his dedication to his friendship with Amir.

I decided to open with a date as it is a technique employed by Khaled Hosseini to emphasise ...

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