I can see myself running. I am running as fast as I can, relying on the aptitude of my feet to bring me to the other side of the passageway. As I struggle my way through the confining walls that precluded any source of light and filled the whole place with screaming darkness, I could distinctly see the panic and horror on my face. Then, I kept on looking back, checking if I am still being chased. Baffled by the identity of my chaser coupled with the intense strange feeling of fear, my thoughts are fixated on the glimpse of light at the end of the passageway which seemingly diminishes as I attempt to get closer. I could not seem to wrap my brain around the whole situation that someone is actually chasing me and as to why the running felt endless. …show more content…
I have to point out that I do not only see myself running but I could specifically see everything from the runner’s point of view. In other words, I am chasing myself yet I, the chaser, somehow felt inferior. Every bit of it was confusing but the scene suddenly shifted. I now find myself situated in a big room with glass as its walls, allowing the rays from the sun to illuminate the whole room with the alluring horizon as its backdrop. It was blinding; however, I was not alone, a girl dressed in white is standing with her back facing me. I walked closer as she slowly turned around. I first saw her shoes; she is in heels and wearing stockings. She is wearing a white ball gown that was only a few inches below her knees. In fact, it was an elegant dress with a sweetheart neckline and lace sleeves that made her look innocent and fragile yet somehow composed. What I liked most about her is the gold necklace around her neck. But I could sense fear deep inside. As I was about to finally see her face, I woke …show more content…
I do not want to be fixated on one thing similar to the scenario in my dream when it seemed like I was given no other choice but to just run; instead, I yearn to be given countless opportunities and freedom to make my own choices as illustrated by the size of the room with the horizon that depicts endless possibilities. To illustrate, prior to the release of the ACET results, I was still having second thoughts whether I should pursue BS Accountancy in UP because I will just be dealing with numbers when I graduate. Also, it was my parents’ choice, not mine. AB Development Studies, on the other hand, allows me to make effective contributions to the society through various fields that involves numerous ways to help people. Furthermore, the passageway signifies my transition from the past to the future which is brimming with uncertainties that I have to encounter for there is no shortcut to the “big and illuminated room”. I believe the girl in white is the future me. Despite of the fear that I felt when I was about to see her, the admiration dominates as she exudes strong sense of determination and inspiration. More importantly, my parents gave me a gold necklace which I have been wearing since I was little girl because I feel exposed and
“It is easier for a father to have a child than for a child to have a real father”; a quote from Pope John XXIII that sums up the relationship between Baba and Amir. Fathers are important in children’s lives, however occasionally a father is not emotionally connected to their child. Relationships are important for learning, especially those with parents. In “Kite Runner”, Amir’s character is shaped and colored by many people. Baba is most responsible for how Amir was shaped.
The hardships that life reveals can either affect a person in a negative or positive way. They can strengthen or weaken the development of one’s character. Khaled Hosseni’s The Kite Runner is a novel that tells the story of two boys – Amir and Hassan, his childhood friend and servant– who spend their lives attempting to overcome their obstacles. These obstacles create experiences that will shape them for the rest of their lives. Firstly, Hassan and Amir share similar hardships, however Hassan learns and grows from them, and Amir lingers over the negativity, allowing it to destroy his life instead of moving forward. Secondly, Amir is always rescued, which allows him to feel a sense of entitlement, while Hassan fights his own battles, resulting in a greater amount of inner strength. Lastly, as Amir and Hassan become adults in opposite ends of the world, they battle hardships that are very different. The differences within their adulthood continue to show who is the more honourable character. Ultimately, in Khaled Hosseni's The Kite Runner, Hassan is a stronger character than Amir, despite the fact that they both battle similar hardships.
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I try to walk faster so that I can finally get to my destination but the walked seem like it was taking years to go there. As if the walk through the dark valley would never end. The full moon was shining very bright and the stars were out as I heard the sound of the gust wind, I don’t know why my heart began to beat faster, faster and faster. So then I began to run because of how frightened I was, as I was running I tripped over that seemed to be hard almost as if it was a bone. I fell forward and landed on my face, having my face painted towards the grassy muddy ground. As soon as I tried to get myself up something was licking my ear and screamed so loud that my echo was heard in the valley. I looked to where it was licking my ear and noticed it was a black dog with grey eyes. I was trying to figure out if he was a wolf or a dog but then I noticed his tongue and teeth and knew it was a dog. The dog seemed to want to play with me he immediately continued to lick me as I was scared for my life. I finally got up and walked away because I just wanted to go home where I was safe. The dog continued to follow me right behind me every step of the way. I began to run so that he stopped following but I was wrong he ran with me and even faster than me. He continued to follow me until I was home, I stepped inside my house and he wanted to step inside too. At that point I felt really bad for the dog and let him in. Something about this dog brought my attention so I decided that I would keep him as my
It felt good just to relax in the tub after I just graduated from high school yesterday. Today after my bath I came out of my bedroom to see my mom and dad on my bed. That right there isn't a good sign. My dad told me that Katherine called and she was worried about me. Next thing I knew I was throwing up and telling my parents to leave. I loved Katherine so much and she loved me. It was yesterday evening when it all went down. Anyway my parents finally left my room when I decided just to lay on the floor. In all honesty I was depressed. Later that day my friend Hassan stopped by that evening to try to cheer me up. He listened to my problems and then told me to quit whining. Then he tells me that he has a solution. Him telling
Khaled Hosseini, The author behind the non-fiction novel titled ‘’The kite runner’’ was born on March 4, 1965. He’s a Afghan-born American novelist and physician. The kite runner took placein afghan, where he was born. Some main characters from the story are Amir, Ali , Sohrab, Rahim Khan, Farid, and Soraya.The main conflict of the novel is how amir couldn't intervene with hassan's rape. The story portrays how Amir dealt with his guilt and how he went about atoning for his actions. The story follows amir through the story and shows the different type of obstacles he had to deal with and overcome.
My breath was heavy as I was sprinting from them. I could hear them on my tail. But the only this that was racing through my mind was “I have the book.”
It was November 5th, 2013 – it was my cross country league meet. I was running the hardest, the fastest, and with more intensity than I have ran with the first three years of my cross country career combined. It was the hardest course in Michigan, but it seemed easy to me as I practiced on it every other day. The competition was at least thirty seconds behind me as the three-story hill was too big of a challenge for them. The screams and cheering of the crowd fueled my adrenaline and I hit my runner’s high. I had tackled the hill for the final time and the crowd was screaming louder than I have ever heard, which caused me to power up the hill, then I stopped in my tracks. I realized what they were screaming about. There was someone, or something, hunched over my coach’s body. It looked human, but there was something off about the figure. The “thing” turned around and looked at me. It was pale, fit, had red eyes, and was covered in my coach’s blood and intestines. My heart stopped. What the hell? Then, I ran. It chased me. I didn’t have time to think about where I was going or what I had just seen, I just ran as fast as I could and as far as I could get. I heard screaming from the other runners and other onlookers, and when I glanced back to see if the thing was behind me, it wasn’t. I ended up in the parking lot, hotwired an older car (by popping
The Kite Runner, by Khaled Hosseini, is a novel about a young boy an the story of his life. It goes through how one mistake can effect the rest of your life and the choices that one makes. Literary elements are the components of a literary piece including setting plot theme and resolution. Literary elements are important in literature because they make the writing more interesting. In The Kite Runner, many literary elements are present including character traits, conflicts, and theme.
The Kite Runner is an emotional roller coaster ride about the friendship of two boys, the tragic history of Afghanistan, the last days of the monarchy, the invasion of the Soviets, and, finally, the Taliban. This book is focused around the life of Amir and the people closest to him, Hassan, Baba, Rahim Khan, and later Soraya and Sohrab. As the reader, you will see Amir go through joyful times, tedious times, on to times full of turmoil and grief; through kite flying, betrayal, and war. Through the eyes of a born Afghan, the reader will be taken from the times of the monarchy to the present, through the Soviet-Afghanistan War and the control of the Taliban. The reader will see Amir and his father make it to America, and what it was like for them to have to start all over with a new language and a new culture surrounding them.
The Kite Runner is an innocent title for a book. But who expects the Taliban in a story with kites? Who expected a war at a first glance? Who knew that a book with an innocuous title would have dark undertones within the plot?
The Creature That Opened My Eyes Sympathy, anger, hate, and empathy, these are just a few of the emotions that came over me while getting to know and trying to understand the creature created by victor frankenstein in Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. For the first time I became completely enthralled in a novel and learned to appreciate literature not only for the great stories they tell but also for the affect it could have on someones life as cliché as that might sound, if that weren’t enough it also gave me a greater appreciation and understanding of the idiom “never judge a book by its cover.” As a pimply faced, insecure, loner, and at most times self absorbed sophomore in high school I was never one to put anytime or focus when it came time
The sweat began to pour from my body, while my heart raced to pump blood at an accelerated rate. The chase was on. Pedaling my bike, I swerved left and right, dodging all sorts of trash that littered the desolate ground beneath my feet. The car was gaining ground fast, its ebony silhouette glaring at me like some hell-spawned demon. A cold, clammy hand seemed to envelope my body.
I pulled into the driveway and staggered into the loud, large and mysterious place. I was surprised at how many people were there. It could have been about twenty or so. I would not know because I am not highly educated. My education actually collapsed after being involved with you. I put all my attention and focus towards you. I can’t count the amount of times I missed class or skipped school. Whilst thinking of this, a young girl came strolling over. She had dark, long hair, brown eyes and a slim figure nearly identical to my own appearance. She wore a white garment matched with pure, silk shoes. Her glamour attracted people from all directions. She looked about twenty five years old.
I looked up at the black sky. I hadn't intended to be out this late. The sun had set, and the empty road ahead had no streetlights. I knew I was in for a dark journey home. I had decided that by traveling through the forest would be the quickest way home. Minutes passed, yet it seemed like hours and days. The farther I traveled into the forest, the darker it seemed to get. I was very had to even take a breath due to the stifling air. The only sound familiar to me was the quickening beat of my own heart, which felt as though it was about to come through my chest. I began to whistled to take my mind off the eerie noises I was hearing. In this kind of darkness I was in, it was hard for me to believe that I could be seeing these long finger shaped shadows that stretched out to me. I had this gut feeling as though something was following me, but I assured myself that I was the only one in the forest. At least I had hoped that I was.