Baba’s Journal
An eventful day it has been, my son Amir has done me proud. I
only hope now that he can grow up to become his own man, in fact. I hope he
develops the ability to fend for himself; He cannot rely on me forever.
I could see him looking up at me as I expressed my feelings
over his victory as I stood on the roof, I retired to discuss with Rahim on his
views. I caught Amir’s eyes, he seemed awestruck... He has pride in me that is unquestionable, he
feels he has to earn it though, thanks to my stubbornness over his mother’s
death, I shouldn’t blame him, It makes me feels guilty to blame him. But he
cost me my love... Away from this topic! I should not dwell on the dark of my past.
Seeing Amir Win the tournament has restored my confidence in
him. Rahim agreed that this could be a turning point for Amir. I could hear
Amir as he come before my study, as he entered the room however I could tell
that something was troubling him. I could see out of the corner of my eye,
Rahim giving me a questioning look.
What had happened?
My son, he wore a look
that was all so familiar to my childhood. He burst into tears, why was my son
so upset after his victory, no matter. I wrapped my arms around him as he
cried. Later that night I found myself reflecting on the day more that I would,
it was an important day, but to see such sadness from one so young troubled me.
Thinks are changing quickly in Afghanistan, I have debated on
leaving, and there are rumours of an extremist group gaining following in the
border of Afghanistan, leaving however would take planning, I would have to
find passage out of the country with Amir as well as Hassan and Ali, they have
become like family to me and to lose them would cause me great sadness.