And so they sat, amidst the verdant greens,
The bustling bazaars acting as radiant vales.
Two best friends that were worlds apart,
And together created a powerful tale.
One of loyalty, friendship and an unbreakable bond,
A tie of brotherhood the two never knew.
A story that most can seem to relate to,
A single sin that one seeks to undo.
Amir and Hassan, the ‘Sultans of Kabul’,
Dwell in a simple world.
One that is so deeply beautiful and compellingly intricate,
As the kites they flew and unfurled.
So far, yet so close,
They are from two different spectrums.
One a Pashtun, the other a Hazara,
Exhibiting a loyalty we struggle to fathom.
Fed from the same breast, grew up as one,
They pass each day together.
A childhood characterised by learning and blossoming,
Yet this would all shatter in the future.
From playing games and running kites,
And resting at the nearby hill.
They were the epitome of an inseparable pair,
Till all time reached a standstill.
A moment when weakness triumphed,
Amir neglected his utmost duty.
Out of fear and unrelenting cowardice,
He shut his eyes and ran away instantly.
It was a guilt that would torment his life,
And force him to seek redemption.
As he tries to escape reality,
He only commits further deception.
Years of mental torture and remorse,
That eat away at him slowly.
And realisation leads him to seek,
The path that will make him holy.
He must fulfil Rahim’s last wish,
And so it is, a new chapter unfolds.
Carrying him back to his homeland,
Where many stories are yet to be told.
The land which once was pleasant,
Has now been devastated entirely.
Into a decaying residue of what once was,
Casting away all signs of beauty.
Thus it ends: Amir’s destiny is sealed,
His story terminating from where it started.
His moral journey is now complete,
In the land from which he departed.
His fate teaches him a deep lesson,
That enables his internal forgiveness.
He slowly learns that is never too late,
To atone for a fatal weakness.
By freeing Sohrab he frees his heart,
His burden is now lifted.
In standing up for himself and what was right,
He finally acted as Baba’s most gifted.
And hence, is revealed, one core truth,
That life goes on without end.
And one cannot strive for true friendship,
If one does not cherish a friend.
We create our own fates by virtue of our actions,
That is indeed true for all men.
Sins do happen, yet always we find,
There is a way to be good again.
