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Transcript of The Kite Runner Graphic Novel
the kite runnerkhaled hosseini
the Graphic novel
illustrated by Fabio Celoni
San Francisco. Summer 2001.
Yes, hello?
Rahim Khan…
it’s really you!
Amir jan?
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Who was it on the phone,
dear?
I have to go to Pakistan.
To Pakistan? B-but… how?
Why? And when… ?!I have to
go back home.
“My wife, Soraya, continued speaking, but by then I was
no longer listening. The last thing Rahim Khan had said was echoing in my head: There is a
way to be good again.”
“Right… there really is a way to be good
again… but how?”
6 7
Right… and what about when you were first to realize where
it would fall? They couldn’t believe
their eyes!
I think you could be the
one to win the kite tournament
this year! Don’t be silly, Hassan!
Omar’s the best…He’s going
to win!
I’m serious, Amir agha, with the right
kite, you could wi- huh?
Hey, you! I know you!
You! The Hazara! I knew your mother, do you know
that?
Yeah… all of us knew her, real good…
We took her from behind by that
creek over there! Ha, ha, ha!
Ha, ha, ha! Did you see the face they made when you cut
their kite, Amir agha?!
Kabul, early 1970s.
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Mmmm… what a tight little
sugary cunt she had… ha, ha, ha,
ha, ha!
Hassan, let’s go…
Hassan, come on, let’s go.
Hey, where are you going? Come back, Flat-Nose! We still have lots more
to tell you!
I’m sure he made a mistake. He took you for someone else.
That’s it: he took you for someone else.
… Tashakor. Thank you. Let’s go
back home now.
Amir, you know I would do anything for you, right? Even walk on fire, if you
asked me.
And why should I ever ask you to do something like
that?
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Oh, please, my friend… this is foolishness and even you
know it!
You think it’s
foolishness to build an orphanage in Kabul, Rahim?
Come on, don’t pretend
you don’t understand what I mean!
Hmm… half, you say? Only? Well…
then I should consider myself
fortunate!
I… well… I imagine that… eh, eh, eh…
No, my friend, it’s
not the money I’m afraid of. I’m afraid the people here in Kabul will
forget too quickly…
You keep writing checks for that orphanage and
never even notice that half of that money ends up in the pockets of
bureaucrats and politicians!
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Hello, Baba. Kaka Rahim.
He must be running to his
books, as usual. I wasn’t like that
when I was his age.
You know, sometimes
you’re the most egocentric man
I know.
Pfff… that’s
not the point.
The problem is
that… I don’t know, no… The
point is there’s something missing in that boy.
No?
No.
Amir jan!
Hello, my son!
10 11
And so what? He’s not a coloring
book. You can’t choose the colors you want him to have: he has his own.
He just isn’t violent.
It’s not a matter of violence. It’s a lack of character. A boy who
can’t stand up for himself becomes a man who
can’t stand up to anything.
I just don’t see myself
in him.
Maybe he just
needs to find his own… path.
Oh, really?
What would that be, a
mean streak?
No, absolutely not. That has
nothing to do with it…
Well, you see, the other
day Amir was coming home from school
when some bigger boys started pushing him
around, trying to get his books. You know
what happened then?
No, what happened?
Hassan had to step in to make them go away. And when I asked
Amir how Hassan got that scratch, he told
me he fell!
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Amir… what…
what are you doing
here?
Amir, wait!
Amir, wait, you
see… your father didn’t
mean…
I know. It’s
because of my
mother…
Huh? Your mother? What does it
have to do with your mother,
Amir jan?
12 13
Yes, Kaka Rahim.
You understand,
Amir?
O-okay…
I know. You’re a smart
boy, Amir. But now I have to go… I’m
leaving for Pakistan, you know? But when I come back, I promise
I’ll bring you a gift!
Really. Maybe I’ll bring
you a fine notebook to write some of your wonderful
stories in. In fact, when I get back, you have to let me read one!
He hates me because my
mother died giving birth to me.
You see… birth is always a gift, but
sometimes it can also be a risk. Both for
mother and child, and you must be thankful you’re alive… That’s
what your father does: every day he is
thankful you’re here with him.
Oh no, Amir jan,
don’t say that. Please don’t
say that again.
12 13
Hassan! Come inside!
“A father. A son. I often convinced myself I had no envy of Hassan.
No envy. Not even a little.”
…Coming, Father!
14 15
“Sometimes, in thinking back on the past it seems I’ve spent the last twenty-six years
behind a wall. One of those tumbledown mud walls of which there are a thousand in Kabul.”
“It was behind just one of these that I became the person I am today.”
It’s useless to hide, Amir! I found
you!
Man! How come I
can never find a good hiding
place?!
…and that means now it’s
your turn!
You see, Amir agha, it’s only a question of …
Amir! Come… the wind is perfect, and
they’ve started a neighborhood kite
tournament!
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You’re doing great, Amir agha! Turn the
spool or else Yossuf will cut
your kite!
I know, I know!
Go, go, go!
Come on! You’ve got it!
Careful… he’s veering to
the right!
16 17
You nearly
have it, Amir! You nearly
have it!
Now, Amir! Now!
Cut it!
16 17
Amir What are we doing here?
By this point someone else must already
have gotten the kite!
Trust me, Amir… follow
me!
Hassan! Didn’t you hear
what I told you?!
You cut it!
You did it!
What are you doing? Don’t you see they all went
that way?!
No, Amir agha, come…
over this way!
What are you waiting for, Hassan? You
want the others to
get it?!
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We didn’t lose it, Amir,
in fact…
(Huff… puff…) How can you say
that… ?
I’m not saying. I just
know!Yes, but, I
mean… How can you know?
I know because I’d never tell you a lie, Amir. I’d sooner eat dirt than
betray your trust.
Really? You’d eat dirt if I
told you to, Hassan?
If you asked I would. But I
wonder. Would you ever ask me to
do such a thing, Amir agha?
Don’t be stupid, Hassan.
You know I wouldn’t.
I know…
…then, I’d say I was right to run
over this way!
Hassan! The kite!
Look… Hassan got the
kite!
But, how did he do that… ?
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Come on, Hassan! Hit ’em!
Go on, do it for
me!
…Oh, all right!
KAAAAAAAAIIIIII KAIKAIIIIKAAAAI
Hassan! Get back inside!
Oh, Amir…
But I don’t know
if…
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Amir… still awake. What… what
are you doing?
At school they taught us that drinking alcohol is a sin, Father. If… if that’s true, it
means that you are a sinner and that… that…
What? That on Judgment Day
I’m going to be punished? Listen,
Amir, do you want to know
what your father thinks about sin?
You want to know?
Yes, Baba jan.
Very well. I mean to speak to you man to man. Never mind the
mullah and all the rest of those self-righteous monkeys. There is only one sin. Theft. Do you
understand that?
No… I don’t think so. Why? Why
theft?
You see, when you kill a man, you steal
a life. You steal his wife’s right to a husband, rob his
children of a father. So every sin comes
back to theft.
And when you tell a lie, you steal someone’s right to the truth.
Do you see?
I see, Baba jan.
Bravo, Amir.
You’re a good son.
20 21
“The weeks passed quickly, but one
night, the Afghanistan we knew suddenly changed forever.”
Baba jan! Babaaaaa! Where are
you?!
Hassan! What’s happening?! Where
is Baba?!
Boys… come back inside. Nothing is happening…
They’re… they’re shooting ducks.
Baba jan! I’m afraid! Where were
you?! Amir, calm down, it’s nothing! I
was working late and the streets were blocked. Everything’s all right
now. Everything’s all right.
“Later I discovered that they weren’t shooting ducks after all. Kabul awoke the next morning
to find that the monarchy was a thing of the past.
Daoud Khan, in the absence of his cousin,
the king, Zahir Shah, had taken Afghanistan in a
bloodless coup.”
“Whatever it was that happened, all I remember was suddenly feeling happy.”
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“Because I believed I
recognized the signs of which my mother recounted legends.
But vainly did I appeal to your heart, and
now the time of encounter has past… ”
“You have come to this end
for your obstinacy. I acted thusly because you
turned your soul to love.”
“…if you truly are my
father, then you have stained your
sword with the blood of your
son.”
And so concludes the
legend of the great warrior Rostam, who
mortally wounded his valorous adversary
Sohrab in battle, only later to discover
that he was his son, believed long
lost.
Ah, ah, ah! Bravo!
It’s a marvelous story, Amir
agha. Will you read it again,
please?Again,
Hassan?! Let’s do this: tomorrow I’ll read you a new
story from the Shahnamah.
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Amir agha?
What is it?
Amir agha?
Does the republic mean that
Father and I will have to
leave?
I… don’t think so.
I don’t want them to send us away.
What is it?
Well… I wanted to ask you…
I wanted to ask you…
what’s a republic? On the radio all
they do is repeat that
word.
What?
Stupid, nobody’s
going to send you away. Never. I won’t allow
it.
Hey… look here. You know what we could do
with this?
24 25
…the old man was right. The
villagers have won. Not us. We always
lose.
If I’m not wrong, this must be
the twelfth time we’ve seen this, right?
Mmmm… not sure. Maybe
thirteenth.
Catch me now,
gringo, if you can! Bang!
Bang!
Ha, ha, ha, ha!Ha, ha,
ha, ha!
24 25
Come back, you bandit!
Bang! Bang! You can’t escape the
sheriff!
Tsk! The last sheriff who said that to me is still rotting in the desert! Rat ta ta ta!!!
Hey, Hassan! Careful!
Oooof… What happened?!
Look who’s here,
crawling like worms through the
bazaar alley-ways…
26 27
A fine pair of little
fairies going around hand in hand! Aren’t
they cute, guys?
Hey, Flat-Nose. How is Babalu, your
father? And his leg? Maybe one day we should break his
other leg, so then he’ll stop limping!
Eh? You like the idea?!
Guys, excuse me… I have a question. If I
pay you, does that make you my friends… or
my slaves?
Oh no, Assef, if you pay us, we’d be your
servants.
26 27
Leave us alone!
Put that slingshot down, Hazara! What do you think you’re
doing?
…Just as I thought. So
Hassan is Amir’s little slave.
We aren’t bothering you
at all. Why don’t you leave us in
peace?
Oh yes, you do bother me.
You make my stomach turn. If
idiots like you and your father didn’t
take these people in, we’d be rid of them
by now.
Afghanistan is the land of
Pashtuns. It always has been, always
will be. We are the true Afghans, not this
flat-nose here.
The Hazaras pollute our homeland. They dirty
our blood. And today your blood will dirty the dust.
Please. Assef agha.
Hey, did you hear that? The Hazara is
brave!
28 29
I forgot… you don’t know
how to count. Maybe you didn’t notice,
but there are three of us and two
of you.
You are right, agha. But
perhaps you didn’t notice
that I’m the one holding the slingshot.
Tsk… as you wish.
You should know something
about me, Hazara. I’m a very patient
person.
This doesn’t end today, believe
me. This isn’t the end for you either, Amir. Someday, I’ll make you face me one
on one. Let’s go, guys.
…Tashakor. Thank you. So… you
want to go to our tree?
There… done.
“Hassan and Amir, the sultans
of Kabul.”
28 29
It’s made in America. I thought if you’re
going to be my bodyguard, you’ll
need a serious weapon… right?
Here. Happy Birthday, Hassan.
It’s wonderful,
Amir, it’s really…
Amir agha. Can I…?
Hey, Hassan! Leave those
pigeons for a minute… Come
on up!
Father…?
Go on. He called you, go!
30 31
Boys, would you like
to go for a spin in the
car… ?
Did you see, Amir?!
That’s the same car that was
in Bullitt!
Wooo-oooh! Steve
McQueeeeeeeeen!
Amir! Today is Hassan’s birthday. Let him sit in front
for today.
Tell me, Hassan, would
you like to know what your
gift is?
Oh yes, Agha sahib!
Fine, it won’t be long. We’re
almost there.
Doctor…
Salaam alaykum,
Mr. Qadiri.
I have the honor of presenting you your birthday gift:
Doctor Kumar.
A pleasure, Hassan.
P-pleasure…
30 31
I had Doctor Kumar come
straight from New Delhi. He’s
a plastic surgeon.
Do you know what plastic
surgeons do, Hassan?
So, you see, plastic surgeons make corrections
to small physical defects of the body… or
of the face.
I realize it’s an unusual gift.
But after tomorrow your harelip will be
only a memory.
Oh…
Oh no. It won’t hurt a bit. You know why?
Because the doctor will give you a medicine to put you to sleep.
Now let’s go.
But… I… this…
32 33
“The end of winter 1975 finally arrived. Winter was
kite season, and even if at that time I would never
have imagined it, in that winter Hassan ran his
last kite for me.”
I’m being sincere with you,
Amir jan, your story is really fine. You should read it, my
friend. I’m sure that one day your son will be a famous
writer.
Of course, all the stories Amir writes are
fantastic!
Well… then why don’t you tell us
this story if it’s so good, Amir?
No, I… don’t… it’s different
than…
Come on, Amir, your father
wants to hear your story.
Well… my story is about a man. Yes. It tells of a man who found a cup. It’s a magic cup. And one
day this man made a discovery…
And then? Then what happens?
He learned that if he wept
into the cup, his tears turned to pearls! And he…
he was very poor…
The man became rich,
but as the pearls piled up, so did his greed grow. The
story ends with the man sitting on a
mountain of pearls, knife in hand, weeping
helplessly into the cup with his beloved wife’s slain body in
his arms.
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First published in Great Britain 2011
Copyright © 2011 by Khaled and Roya Hosseini Family Charitable Remainder Unitrust
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