Sohrab Alternate Ending

I chose the first option from the setting which is writing a sequel of the book.

My hands are tied with a roughly woven rope. The rope is cutting into my wrists, and blood is dropping down all over floor. I am trying to unbind my hands, but I can’t. Sweat is rolling down from all over my face. I am thirsty, too much thirsty. I am feeling my stomach is filled with small and hard stones. I notice a shiny reflection of glass. I looked at it, and the glass is filled with water. I am dragging myself to the glass. My pants are ripped, and knees are bleeding. Every single bone of my body is shouting with pain. The glass seems to be miles away from me. At last, I reached it. I am just going to take a sip of water, but somebody takes it away from

I understood what it meant. My redemption was still incomplete because my secret was still not fully dealt with. I didn’t tell Sohrab what I did to his father. It was time. It may change everything between us. It may make Sohrab hate me more than anything. But I had promised myself no more secrets, no more lies. I wasn't about to break any more promises. Not after what Sohrab did the last time I broke one that I made to him. There was no backing out now.

I tightened my jaw, and looked at Sohrab. I started, and chose my words carefully, "See Sohrab…Your father was always there for me when I needed him. I wasn't there when he needed me most, even though I could have helped him."

I bit my lip. Sohrab was looking at me intently. My confessions slipped out of my mouth easily. I told Sohrab how I used to tease his father because of his illiteracy. How I was jealous of him over Baba’s attention towards him. Most of all, how I had run like a coward when Hassan was raped. I told him his father would have been alive if I didn’t frame him of stealing and forced him to get out of our home. If Hassan would stay with us, Baba could bring him to America, and he wouldn’t have to die in

She looked at Sohrab, and said, “Sohrab jan, don’t you like Palaw?”

He looked at us, and said, “"It's okay."

Soraya said, “Then why are you not eating?”

He said in a full sentence, “I didn’t talk about the food. I said it’s okay to Amir agha.’’

It took me a second to register what he just said, "What?"

He took a long deep breath, and started, “My father always used to tell me that people deserved second chances. He talked about you a lot. He shared all the fun things you did together. He told me all the stories that you read to him. He also said that you two were the best at kite flying in Kabul. He always referred you as his best friend."

I waited for Sohrab to continue after he paused.

He started again, "He loved you the most in this world. I know that he has forgiven you. ”

I breathed out, realizing that I had been holding my breath for a long time. I brought Sohrab closer to me and to my surprise, he leaned his head against my shoulder. He didn’t flinch with discomfort.

He said, “Amir agha don’t accuse yourself for my father’s dead. You had nothing to do with it. Death was written on his fate. You couldn’t do anything. You didn’t kill