Dear,
Amir…

We’ve been
reading
‘The Kite Runner’
in English class,
and it’s
kind of awkward
for me.
I was twelve
when I
found out my
friend had been raped.
So we’re not that much
different
you see?

And my name begins with an ‘A’, Amir…
And her name begins with a ‘H’.
So should I be seeking redemption, Amir?
Or is it already too late?

I’ve been
reading
my stories for
years to her.
Just as you read
Your tales
to Hassan.
With the
cheek of a
smile on
our faces,
as we pretended
to be
artisans.

And my name begins with an ‘A’, Amir…
And for four years I kept my mouth shut.
But what would we be if we couldn’t be cowards -
The parasites cleansing the cuts?

We’ve been
closer than
close for so long
now.
We’re sisters
still lost in
the night.
The only
real difference
between us,
Amir…
Is We
never did
once fly a
kite.

And my name begins with an ‘A’, Amir…
And her name begins with a ‘H’.
So should I be seeking redemption, Amir?
Or will happiness have to wait?