Written Task: The Kite Runner. A series of notes written by Sohrab to his father and mother.

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Tariq Ameer #116                                   Lang & Lit 1                                     13/10/2011

Written Task

A series of notes written by Sohrab to his father and mother.

Dear Baba and Mama,

It has been 1,965 days since I have been here, but I am still having the same nightmare every time I close my eyes. I rarely sleep at night. The animal is moving his hand all over my body and I am crying silently; I start screaming for help but they all just look at me and start laughing.  The only thing that gets me to sleep at night is the photo of you and I, the one you sent to Kaka Amir years ago.

        Kaka Amir and Khala Soraya are really kind to me. They treat me like their own son, and I respect them as if they were my parents. They give me nearly everything I ask for, and they are buying me a PS3 this Christmas and I am very excited.  They have extended my room and now I have my own bathroom. Today Khala Soraya made my favorite supper, biryani dijaj, it was very delicious and it reminded of when you  (Mama) made it for me when I was a little kid a long time ago. Kaka Amir has told me all the stories of what you two did when you were kids. We watched all the cool movies you watched when you were kids, and we also planted pomegranate trees in our backyard. From time to time Kaka Amir, Khala Soraya, and I will go to garage sales and buy knickknacks that people no longer wanted and sell them at the San Jose flea market. It is so much fun and we never stop laughing.

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I have been training a lot for the upcoming kite-fighting tournament that will be held in our town. I have learned many different tricks to cut my opponent’s kite and I have also broken grandpa’s record.  I believe that I will win the gold medal like I did last year.

        

I threw my shalwan kameez in the garbage and started wearing jeans and t-shirts like everyone else, not only because they are more confortable to play in, but also to stop being reminded of what happened in Afghanistan. I’ve got used to the life in America and it is ...

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