Amir visits his old house in Kabul and the slope north of Baba’s house- The city is now completely new to Amir, and he looks at it almost as a tourist Amir looks outside his bedroom windows and recalls looking out of computer when watching Hassan and Amir leave. “Twenty-five years previous, I had stood behind that same home window, thick rain dripping down the panes and my breath of air fogging up the glass. I had developed watched Hassan and Ali load all their belongings in to the trunk of my dad’s car -Amir Characters involved: Amir Farid Hassan- Amir discusses their good thoughts in the backyard of Baba’s house or over at the pomegranate tree for the hill.
“Amir and Hassan. The Sultans of Kabul- continue to carved in the pomegranate forest. A man and woman were executed around the soccer oval in front of all of the spectators Personas involved: Taliban (Islamic radicals) Amir Farid Woman and man both killed by rocks “And they contact themselves Muslims -Farid “Mord? Mord? Is he dead? -Amir “Every sinner must be reprimanded in a method befitting his sin! - Cleric with the stadium.
This portion of the text provides evidence the fact that Taliban happen to be brutal, do not sympathy and are murderers. The Taliban state obeying Our god. Meeting set up to meet together with the Taliban that afternoon.
Character types involved: Farid- asks for Amir Taliban recognized Symbols Pomegranate tree “Then I gone looking for the abandoned cemetery. It failed to take me long to look for it. It had been still presently there, and so was your old pomegranate tree. - Amir “I stood underneath it, remembered all the times there was climbed it, straddled it can branches, each of our legs swinging, dappled sunlight flickering throughout the leaves and casting about our looks a mosaic of light and shadow. The tangy style of pomegranate crept into my mouth area. -Amir The wrecked, dead woods serves as emblematic that the metropolis Kabul that Amir knew was today dead. Environment- Kabul- *Desolate.
*Ruined *Dusty *Abandoned *Sun-dried Amir’s home *Surrounded by simply weeds *Rusty “The Wall membrane of Troubled Corn would still be there, though I saw simply no corn, ailing or other-wise, along that wall today. -Amir Color peeled off “The house was far from the sprawling white mansion We remembered by my childhood. This looked smaller. -Amir “Like so much else in Kabul, my own father’s house was the photo of decreased splendour. -Amir “I wanted to step into the lobby, smell the orange peel off Ali often tossed in to the stove to burn the sawdust. To use the kitchen desk, have tea with a piece of naan, listen to Hassan sing old Hazara songs. -Amir.