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After reading The Kite Runner I feel that I have lived in Afghanistan. I have breathed in the dust of the streets, smelt the kobab, felt the hustle and bustle of the crowded market place, and went to the movie theatre where Hassan cried after hearing a crude joke about his adulterous mom. I felt the sting of the kites glass string in my finger on the cold day of the kite tournament that changed everything. The protagonist Amir wonders why the servant boy Hassan, who is Hazara, an ethnic minority, can only be his best friend when nobody else is around. He puzzles over the distance he feels between him and his father, and the jealousy he experiences when his father shows affection for Hassan. The longing for his fathers love and acknowledgment drives Amir to do what he doesnt want to do; he betrays Hassan. This novel draws you in to the end. Guilt and reconciliation are woven into the story until the last page. The power of sacrificial love is unmistakable. Western and Eastern values clash where truth is hidden for the sake of honour. Pain is very real and tangible; but so is hope. Because when spring comes, it melts the snow one flake at a time, and maybe I just witnessed the first flake melting.