the Kite runner:different start same ending

Across the street from my house lived two of my closest friends, Amire and Hassan. Two boys who i always knew I'd have to let go of, we often played together, to Amires shame. He hated being seen with us Harazians but it seemed that his servant, Hassan didn't notice that yet. Honest, i found nothing interesting about Amire, he was nothings but a sad child looking for praise from his baba, agha Sihbi, lucky for me, baba loved me even though i was a girl. Or maybe that steams from the fact that i was born from the women he actually loved, baba had married two women. One he loved, my mother Aisha and the women of his sons, i called her Ayia or more like auntie Ayia. My name was taken from hers, hers meaning prayer, mine meaning faith, Iman. Baba wasn't a man of faith ironically enough, he'd smoke, drink and do all sorts of sin with agha Sihbi. But at least he loved us i thought most days. To be honest, i wasn't one to judge Baba either since I'd never prayed in my life but hassan would. He was never judging me for my little knowledge of our religion even though he often urged me to join him and uncle Ali when they'd go to the masque. I used to ablige when i was younger, following them but never really entering or praying, just waiting for them outside. And only when Hassan comes back do i take the lose hijab off, handing it to Ali who often let me brow it when I'd come over and 'happened' to forget my own. I had to admit, Hassan's commitment was endering, remembering that he still found faith even while living in a small shack on someone else's property made me feel bad as a muslim a bit. Especially since he's never missed a prayer. AFTER GOING TO THE MASQUE hassan and i would go all the way back to Amire's house. Waiting for him outside until he'd come out, most times with a book in hand. Credit duo there, that kid knew how to read, he knew. He was the only one between us that actually knew how to read and although my mother attempted to teach me, i refused. I found no joy in learning if i had to stay at home all day. Amire, on the other hand got to go to school and make friends. I often noticed the half German boy, Assfe coming out of the school, he tired to approche me once but i shut him down, immediately running to Amire to tell him that Hassan wanted to him in the hills before i ran off to one of my girlfriends, Zahra. I found Assfe giving me looks from the coners of the neighbourhood like i didn't notice but i just started ignoreing him since aunt Ayia says that boys who look are boy want without having to work hard for it. So i tired, i really tired but one day while running one of my older brother's old kites, i saw assfe with his silver brass knickles, threating Amire and Hassan far down the hill and i ran. I ran towards them, wanted to help them but stopped half way at the amusing sight. Amire, the son of one of the most respected man in Kabule, fearing for his life from the brass knuckles. I saw Hassan, the skrawnny harazia kid, the one with the hare lip holding his slingshot with a stone the size of a wallbut ready to defend his master's kid. It was amuseing to see the roles switch but once i had finally managed to continue running i saw Assfe back away from the.. still i rana all the way up to them, standing infront of Amire who was at the front with his hands infront of his face. "Assfe, have some shame! Amire's father helped yours but you replay his generosity by doing this?! To his son and servant never the less!" I yelled. I yelled really loud that Wali and kamal jumped back slightly, just like my blue hijab. But even with the power i put into my scream Assfe seemed unweilding, he was nothings but power itself, corrupted one at that. But finally after the akward silence he replyed to me with the most disrespectful words I'd heard in my life. "A haraza? Trying to stop a German? And an orphan at that" he said in a almost mocking tome, it hurt, it hurt si bad i completely dropped my hajab and grabed him by the shirt to hit him. He was the biggest fear of most kid in our neighbourhood but not mine. My biggest fear was someone bringing up the death of Aisha. My mother. But before i could hit him i felt a hand tighten around my forearm, it was Kamal's. He had frabbed me and stopped me with a unfamiliar cold look in his usually hateful gaze, even for Kamal who hated me looked at me with pity in that moment. I wished i was a boy for the first time in my life. Just so i got to punch Assfe without my aunts and uncles judgement.i feel a harsh shove and suddenly I've face planted into the dirt beneeth. Assfe looked down at me before he turns back to the shaking Amire and Hassan behind me, their faces full of worry and concern. "Leave us alone Assfe agha!"hassan tired to make his voice sound confident but it's clear he's scared, everyone could tell. I stood back up, my white dress now dirty with mud and dirt. Baba alway told me that i shouldn't look a man in the eyes because my eyes are of a hawk's. Sharp, analytic and miss absolutely nothing. Baba always said that he couldn't have married Ayia without mama's knowledge because I'd be first to catch him. I noticed a small change in Assfe's psychotic eyes, almost as if he saw something that challenged him. But then i understood my baba's words, he doesn't want a prideful man to see my firce, unapologetically brave and determined eyes because they will, always, want to destroy it.