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To Hassan, Writing to

To Hassan, Writing to you, for the first time. Writing about you seemed tough, but it's evident that writing to you is heart-rending, for you're no more breathing the smoke that escapes through the muzzle, gunshots are not your lullaby any more, moreover no more can you push someone in the abysmal search of redemption. You're there somewhere, up above, with a hope that Sohrab would accept Amir's embrace wholeheartedly, one day. You're also glad that Sohrab saved Amir (which you 'always' do). The afterthought that your Creator, "Khaled Hosseini" proffered is as painful as a life not lived wholly. It's as fulfilling as the meal taken after working hard on a sultry day. While reading the first few pages of your lives, a few questions kept lingering in my captivated mind. But, it was eerie that I didn't want to open wrapped box of answers, for I feared, answers to my questions will make you people leave my fancy world, soon. Yes, I didn't want to leave you. You both. And Baba too. Of course, Rahim also. And definitely Afghanistan. Pakistan. U.S. Farid. Khala, and all. And everyone. And, Sohrab - the gem. As I feared, you left me. "You left us". You have no idea of how I sobbed. Till that day, I never believed that a fictitious character can make someone let out a cry of pain. Losing you shattered me. But then KH disclosed a few secrets that broke me, even more. You know right, people forget the problem only if the next one is way too overpowering. See Hassan, you left. Luckily you did. Living is tougher. And, you're a good man, so it's the toughest for you. Pure souls like you are mistook for being diffident. I saw what happened to your noble soul and all I could do was sympathise. I seeped through the words deeply, thereafter, looking out for your name in nook and cranny. I ended up weeping or sympathising every time I encountered your name. Sorry.
To Hassan, Writing to you, for the first time. Writing about you seemed tough, but it's evident that writing to you is heart-rending, for you're no more breathing the smoke that escapes through the muzzle, gunshots are not your lullaby any more, moreover no more can you push someone in the abysmal search of redemption. You're there somewhere, up above, with a hope that Sohrab would accept Amir's embrace wholeheartedly, one day. You're also glad that Sohrab saved Amir (which you 'always' do). The afterthought that your Creator, "Khaled Hosseini" proffered is as painful as a life not lived wholly. It's as fulfilling as the meal taken after working hard on a sultry day. While reading the first few pages of your lives, a few questions kept lingering in my captivated mind. But, it was eerie that I didn't want to open wrapped box of answers, for I feared, answers to my questions will make you people leave my fancy world, soon. Yes, I didn't want to leave you. You both. And Baba too. Of course, Rahim also. And definitely Afghanistan. Pakistan. U.S. Farid. Khala, and all. And everyone. And, Sohrab - the gem. As I feared, you left me. "You left us". You have no idea of how I sobbed. Till that day, I never believed that a fictitious character can make someone let out a cry of pain. Losing you shattered me. But then KH disclosed a few secrets that broke me, even more. You know right, people forget the problem only if the next one is way too overpowering. See Hassan, you left. Luckily you did. Living is tougher. And, you're a good man, so it's the toughest for you. Pure souls like you are mistook for being diffident. I saw what happened to your noble soul and all I could do was sympathise. I seeped through the words deeply, thereafter, looking out for your name in nook and cranny. I ended up weeping or sympathising every time I encountered your name. Sorry.
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