Journal---Chapter ten

The situation in Kabul became tenser. The father and son was ready to leave the place they lived for so long a time. Actually, they were fleeing from a calamity. They only carried a few personal items. On their way, the narrator faced a lot of poorness and death, which he barely met before. At the border, some russian soldiers stop them. The soldiers wanted a woman of the refugees as the cost to let them go. Father stood out. A young soldier was willing to kill father, but finally an old officer stop him. Meanwhile, the narrator saw his father's bravery with his own eyes again. No matter where and when, father always did the right thing at any cost, even it was as precious as his life. Compared with his father, the narrator really regret about what he had done.
"My mind flashed to that winter day six years ago. Me,peering around the corner in the alley. Kamal and Wali holding Hassan Down. Assef's buttock muscles clenching and unclenching,his hips thrusting back and forth, Some hero I had been, fretting about the kite. Somtimes, I too wondered if I was really Baba's son."
When narrator and his father had a ride in fuel track painfully. Baba asked Amir to think about something good and happy. All he thought about was the memoried between Hassan and him.
"I didn't remember what month that was, or what year even. I only knew the memory lived in me, a perfectly encapulated morsel of a good past, a brushstroke of color on the gray,barren canvas that our lives had become. "(P158)