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You are right； Agha。 But perhaps you didn t notice that I m the one holding the slingshot。 If you make a move； they ll have to change your nickname from Assef the Ear Eater to One…Eyed Assef； because I have this rock pointed at your left eye。 He said this so flatly that even I had to strain to hear the fear that I knew hid under that calm voice。
Assef s mouth twitched。 Wali and Kamal watched this exchange with something akin to fascination。 Someone had challenged their god。 Humiliated him。 And； worst of all； that someone was a skinny Hazara。 Assef looked from the rock to Hassan。 He searched Hassan s face intently。 What he found in it must have convinced him of the seriousness of Hassan s intentions； because he lowered his fist。
You should know something about me； Hazara； Assef said gravely。 I m a very patient person。 This doesn t end today； believe me。 He turned to me。 This isn t the end for you either； Amir。 Someday； I ll make you face me one on one。 Assef retreated a step。 His disciples followed。
Your Hazara made a big mistake today； Amir； he said。 They then turned around； walked away。 I watched them walk down the hill and disappear behind a wall。
Hassan was trying to tuck the slingshot in his waist with a pair of trembling hands。 His mouth curled up into something that was supposed to be a reassuring smile。 It took him five tries to tie the string of his trousers。 Neither one of us said much of anything as we walked home in trepidation； certain that Assef and his friends would ambush us every time we turned a corner。 They didn t and that should have forted us a little。 But it didn t。 Not at all。
FOR THE NEXT COUPLE of years； the words _economic development_ and _reform_ danced on a lot of lips in Kabul。 The constitutional monarchy had been abolished； replaced by a republic； led by a president of the republic。 For a
while； a sense of rejuvenation and purpose swept across the land。 People spoke of women s rights and modern technology。
And for the most part； even though a new leader lived in _Arg_……the royal palace in Kabul……life went on as before。 People went to work Saturday through Thursday and gathered for picnics on Fridays in parks； on the banks of Ghargha Lake； in the gardens of Paghman。 Multicolored buses and lorries filled with passengers rolled through the narrow streets of Kabul； led by the constant shouts of the driver assistants who straddled the vehicles rear bumpers and yelped directions to the driver in their thick Kabuli accent。 On _Eid_； the three days of celebration after the holy month
of Ramadan； Kabulis dressed in their best and newest clothes and visited their families。 People hugged and kissed and greeted each other with _Eid Mubarak_。 Happy Eid。 Children opened gifts and played with dyed hard…boiled eggs。
Early that following winter of 1974； Hassan and I were playing in the yard one day； building a snow fort； when Ali called him in。 Hassan； Agha sahib wants to talk to you！ He was standing by the front door； dressed in white； hands tucked under his armpits； breath puffing from his mouth。
Hassan and I exchanged a s