QUESTION: Imagine that Baba keeps a journal in which he comments on important events. Write an entry for this journal just after the kite tournament. In this entry he reflects on the tournament and on his feelings about Amir’s victory. You should give careful consideration to your language choices and style, which should achieve a sense of Baba’s voice. Today was the day I have been waiting for. A day I can be a proud father. A day I can finally say, ‘My son Amir, my son, is a winner. ‘ A mir, the kite-fighter accompanied with Hassan, the kite-runner.
Although it is a children’s tournament, it was out of all the worthy children in Kabul. He has proven himself to me, with everyone to see. And it was an impressive fight to witness. It may not be boxing or soccer, but it’s something. None of this poetry nonsense, an actual man’s sport. He was able to show off his intelligence and his physical skill. The way he sliced those kites down one by one was admirable. A talent only a handful of people in Kabul have. A talent my son has. A talent my son is best at.
My favourite moment, a moment I never wish to forget, was the blue kite, the kite that had cut down a majority of the other kites, fell to its fate. I was so sure that kite was going to be the end of Amir’s streak. I could see that blue kite, swooping over Amir’s and cutting it down. But so much to my surprise, Amir beat the other kite-fighter to the end. And within a few seconds, the blue kite was spiralling to the ground, marking my son’s success. Marking my success as a father. Of course Hassan deserves my credit also. I am so proud of Hassan. The greatest kite-runner in all of Kabul. My Hassan.
If I was able to, I would reward Hassan with my love. If I thought Amir wouldn’t be jealous. A weakness I wish he’d get over. If I could talk of how proud I was of Hassan, I would tell everyone in Afghanistan. I would tell them of how he ran kites like no one else, and how he and Amir managed to take down every other districts best kite-fighting team. Amir would never have done it without Hassan, but Amir’s pride and jealousy shadows over that fact. He will not allow Hassan to take his fair split of the victory, but allow him to taste a short, sweet hint of it, before gathering it all for himself.
I hope he grows out of this jealousy, and realise there is no need for it. The boys both need each other, for they would not be the same if parted. I do wonder though, will this be all I have to celebrate? In 20 years’ time when everyone’s son is a doctor or a lawyer, will I still be talking of the day Amir won the tournament, surviving on the last drop of honour I was awarded with? Will others still think fondly of the success or will this feat remain impressive only in the boys’ younger years and forgotten as soon as they enter adult life?
I know I should be celebrating this achievement and living in the moment, but I do get restless thinking of the future. Hopefully, this will be the beginning of my son’s success, and maybe he will have accomplished many great things in years to come. Amir’s proved that he can actually overcome obstacles, although in a very minor form of a competition but I sincerely hope it’s given him a confidence boost which will motivate him to achieve plenty more great things, and make me feel so proud all over again.