Amir Monologue

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I don't know what I did wrong. I asked Amir agha, but he said I hadn't done anything. I would have stopped doing it, then maybe Father and I wouldn't have left. Before the kite tournament, Amir was my best friend, and we would always play together, but then he didn't want me around any more. I don't know why. I desperately wanted our friendship back, but Amir agha wouldn't let me. One day, Amir agha asked me if I would walk up the hill with him so that he could read me a story. I loved when he read me stories. Sometimes, I didn't know some of the words, but Amir agha always told me what they meant. He would laugh when I asked him what a word meant. I figured it was because I asked him that a lot. He was so smart and talented. …show more content…

I wouldn't hit him back. I know he wanted me to, but I couldn't. He called me a coward, but I knew he didn't mean it. I hoped he didn't. He was my best friend after all. I don't know what was going on with him, but I wanted it to stop. He wasn't always this way. Not when we used to play together everyday. When he read me his stories. When we finally built a friendship. I looked at myself. I was completely covered in red. I finally decided to pick up a pomegranate. I walked up to him slowly. I wasn't going to hit him as much as he wanted me to. I crushed the pomegranate against my forehead and asked Amir agha if he was satisfied. I left. I cried on my way home. That summer of 1976, Amir agha turned thirteen. Baba had arranged a huge party for Amir agha. I was happy for him. I always have. Father and I got Amir agha a new version of Shahnamah, the book of stories Amir agha would read to me. Father gave him the book the day after his birthday. I hope he liked it. The next morning, Father and I went to the grocery store to buy meat, naan, fruit, and vegetables. It was a regular day for me. Even though I was born to serve, I enjoyed it. Our master Baba, Amir agha’s father, was kind and wise. I never woke up thinking I had to to work. I woke up thinking I was helping two of the most caring people I have ever met, Baba and Amir …show more content…

Amir’s new watch, and a handful of Afghani bills. Father and I didn't know what to do, so Father talked to Baba. We cried for the longest time, and then we went to Baba’s study room. He said we were going to sit down and settle this. Baba asked if I stole Amir agha’s money and watch. I was going through so many emotions. I felt pain. I felt sadness. I felt emptiness. Why would he do this? Did I do something wrong? I didn't want Amir agha to get in trouble for this. No matter what the reason he hated me was, I wasn't going to betray him. Not now. Now ever. As the the word “yes” slipped off my lips, I knew my world would change

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