northern  part  of  Kabul.  Some  thought  it  was  the  prettiest  house  in  all  of  Kabul.  A  

broad  entryway  flanked  by  rosebushes  led  to  the  sprawling  house  of  marble  

floors  and  wide  windows.  Intricate  mosaic  tiles,  handpicked  by  Baba  in  Isfahan,  

covered  the  floors  of  the  four  bathrooms.  Gold-­‐stitched  tapestries,  which  Baba  

had  bought  in  Calcutta,  lined  the  walls;  a  crystal chandelier hung from the vaulted ceiling"(Hosseini 3). This shows the class he is in and how he is comfortable where he is at, stable. 

boiled eggs with _kofta_ sandwiches-­‐-­‐meatballs and pickles wrapped in _naan_. 

The water was a deep blue and sunlight glittered on its looking glass-­‐clear 

surface. On Fridays, the lake was bustling with families out for a day in the sun. 

But it was midweek and there was only Baba and me, us and a couple of 

longhaired, bearded tourists-­‐-­‐"hippies," I'd heard them called. They were sitting 

on the dock, feet dangling in the water, fishing poles in hand. I asked Baba why 

they grew their hair long, but Baba grunted, didn't answer." 

up  on  that  tree,  sunlight  flickering  through  the  leaves  on  his  almost  perfectly  

round  face,  a  face  like  a  Chinese  doll  chiseled  from  hardwood:  his  flat,  broad  nose  and  slanting,  narrow  eyes  like  bamboo. 

driveway  of  my  father's  house  and  annoy  our  neighbors  by  reflecting  sunlight  

into  their  homes  with  a  shard  of  mirror.  We  would  sit  across  from  each  other  on  

a  pair  of  high  branches,  our  naked  feet  dangling,  our  trouser  pockets  filled  with dried mulberries and walnuts." (Hosseini 2-3)

driveway  of  my  father's  house  and  annoy  our  neighbors  by  reflecting  sunlight  

into  their  homes  with  a  shard  of  mirror.  We  would  sit  across  from  each  other  on  

a  pair  of  high  branches,  our  naked  feet  dangling,  our  trouser  pockets  filled  with dried mulberries and walnuts. (Hosseini 2-3)

a  pair  of  high  branches,  our  naked  feet  dangling,  our  trouser pockets filled with dried  mulberries  and  walnuts.  We  took  turns  with  the  mirror  as  we  ate  mulberries,  pelted  each  other  with  them,  giggling, laughing" (Hosseini 2/3)