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the kite runner-第93部分

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hands。
 Are you hungry? That lady there gave me a plate of biryani; but I can t eat it;  I said。 I didn t know what else to say to him。  You want it? 
He shook his head。
 Do you want to talk? 
He shook his head again。
We sat there like that for a while; silent; me propped up in bed; two pillows behind my back; Sohrab on the three…legged stool next to the bed。 I fell asleep at some point; and; when I woke up; daylight had dimmed a bit; the shadows had
stretched; and Sohrab was still sitting next to me。 He was still looking down at his hands。
THAT NIGHT; after Farid picked up Sohrab; I unfolded Rahim Khan s letter。 I had delayed reading it as long as possible。 It read:
Amirjan; _Inshallah_; you have reached this letter safely。 I pray that I have not put you in harm s way and that Afghanistan has not been too unkind to you。 You have been in my prayers since the day you left。 You were right all those years to suspect that I knew。 I did know。 Hassan told me shortly after it happened。 What you did was wrong; Amir jan; but do not forget that you were a boy when it happened。 A troubled little boy。 You were too hard on yourself then; and you still are……I saw it in your eyes in Peshawar。 But I hope you will heed this: A man who has no conscience; no goodness; does not suffer。 I hope your suffering es to an end with this journey to Afghanistan。
Amir jan; I am ashamed for the lies we told you all those years。 You were right to be angry in Peshawar。 You had a right to know。 So did Hassan。 I know it doesn t absolve anyone of anything; but the Kabul we lived in in those days was a strange world; one in which some things mattered more than the truth。
Amir jan; I know how hard your father was on you when you were growing up。 I saw how you suffered and yearned for his affections; and my heart bled for you。 But your father was a man torn between two halves; Amir jan:
you and Hassan。 He loved you both; but he could not love Hassan the way he longed to; openly; and as a father。 So he took it out on you instead……Amir; the socially legitimate half; the half that represented the riches he had inherited and the sin…with…impunity privileges that came with them。 When he saw you; he saw himself。 And his guilt。 You are still angry and I realize it is far too early to expect you to accept this; but maybe someday you will see that when your father was hard on you; he was also being hard on himself。 Your father; like you; was a tortured soul; Amir jan。
I cannot describe to you the depth and blackness of the sorrow that came over me when I learned of his passing。 I loved him because he was my friend; but also because he was a good man; maybe even a great man。 And this is what I want you to understand; that good; real good; was born out of your father s remorse。 Sometimes; I think everything he did; feeding the poor on the streets; building the orphanage; giving money to friends in need; it was all his way of redeeming himself。 And that; I believe; is what true redemption is; Amir jan; when guilt leads to good。
I know that in the end; God will forgive。 He will forgive your father; me; and you too。 I hope you can do the same。 Forgive your father if you can。 Forgive me if you wish。 But; most important; forgive yourself。
I have left you some money; most of what I have left; in fact。 I think you may have some expenses when you return here; and the money should be enough to cover them。 There is a bank in Peshawar; Farid knows the location。 The money is in a safe…deposit box。 I have given you the key。
As for me; it is time to go。 I have little time left and I wish to spend it alone。 Please do not look for me。 That is my final request of you。
I leave you in the hands of God。
Your friend always;
Rahim
I dragged the hospital gown sleeve across my eyes。 I folded the letter and put it under my mattress。
Amir; the socially legitimate half; the half that represented the riches he had inherited and the sin…with…impunity privileges that came with them。 Maybe that was why Baba and I had been on such better terms in the U。S。; I wondered。 Selling junk for petty cash; our menial jobs; our grimy apartment……the American version of a hut; maybe in America; when Baba looked at me; he saw a little bit of Hassan。
Your father; like you; was a tortured soul; Rahim Khan had written。 Maybe so。 We had both sinned and betrayed。 But Baba had found a way to create good out of his remorse。 What had I done; other than take my guilt out on the very same people I had betrayed; and then try to forget it all? What had I done; other than bee an insomniac?
What had I ever done to right things?
When the nurse……not Aisha but a red…haired woman whose name escapes me……walked in with a syringe in hand and asked me if I needed a morphine injection; I said yes。
THEY REMOVED THE CHEST TUBE early the next morning; and Armand gave the staff the go…ahead to let me sip apple juice。 I asked Aisha for a mirror when she placed the cup of juice on the dresser next to my bed。 She lifted her bifocals to her forehead as she pulled the curtain open and let the morning sun flood the room。  Remember; now;  she said over her shoulder;  it will lo
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