Betrayal And Redemption Flashcards
‘The things he’d stolen has been sacred;
From me the right to know i had a brother, from Hassan his identity and from Ali his honour’
‘In the end,
I ran. I ran because i was a coward’
‘He was
Just a Hazara, wasn’t he’
‘Maybe hassan was
The price i had to pay, the lamb i had to slay to win baba’
I opened my mouth
Almost said something. Almost. The rest of my life might have turned out differently if i had. But i didnt. I just watched. Paralysed.
‘Raping children?
Flogging women for wearing high heels? Massacaring Hazaras? All in the name of islam?
Split
Upper lip
For the first
Time since the winter of 1975, i felt at peace
I felt healed
Healed at last
Hassan is dead now
That boy sleeping on the couch is Hassans son. He’s my nephew. That’s what you tell people when you ask
‘And one more
Thing general sahib’ i said. ‘You will never again refer to him as a ‘Hazara boy’ in my presence. He has a name and it’s sohrab’
‘For you
a thousand times over’ i heard myself say’