Essay About Friend Of Hassan And Good Life

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I am Amir.
I am 12 years old.
I am from Afghanistan.
I am a rich boy because my father is a wealthy man.
I am the son of Baba and Sofia.
I am living with my father because my mother died.
I am the friend of Hassan.
I am jealous of Hassan and my fathers relationship.
I am hungry for my fathers attention.
I am a kite flyer, so my father could notice me.
I am the friend of a cleft-lipped boy.
I am Hassans half-brother.
I am living the good life.
I am sitting outside my fathers office.
I am defended by Hassan when I get bullied.
I am a friend of my fathers servant.
I am seeing something my eyes cannot believe.
I am apart of 1975.
I am becoming increasingly jealous to do this.
I am doing nothing to help Hassan.
I am in a state of shock.
I am feeling like, “I was scared of what Assef might do to me.”
I am running away as Hassan gets raped.
I am tormented by my fathers disinterest in me.
I am getting back at Hassan for taking something I worked so hard to get.
I am a coward.
I am a witness of Hassans rape.
I am agreeing with “Nothing was free in this world.”
I am the complete opposite of what Hassan was.
I am caught up in getting my fathers acceptance that I forgot to treat Hassan as an equal.
I am socializing with Hazara.
I am taking things for granted.
I am mad that my father always thought I was weak.
I am no better than the kids that bullied Hassan.
I am “maybe Hassan was the price I had to pay, the lamb I had to slay, to win Baba.”
I am my father thought better of Amir than he ever thought of me.
I am a prisoner of my own guilt.
I am taking advantage of Hassan.
I am someone who cannot be trusted.
I am doing things for all the wrong reasons.
I am runaway from all my problems.
I am haunted from my selfish decisions.
I am I was only 12 years old.