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Alternate Ending to the Kite Runner
The doctors were in the operation room for eight, long, ceaseless hours. There were a total of four doctors operating on Sohrab, while nurses went in and out constantly to get more medicine and equipment.
Lying in the waiting room, drunk with fear and dread, I saw a man in a white over coat walking towards me. His were eyes red because of mental exhaustion of the operation.
"I'm sorry to give you some bad news", he said, "But you should also know that you child is extremely lucky. He lost a lot of blood that caused his brain to plunge into a state of shock. He might lose his memory. But there is still hope."
I went in the Intensive Care Unit and saw Sohrab lying on a bluesheeted bed neatly covered with a thin white blanket. His eyes were open but still as a rock. I stared at him that whole night, until he suddenly jerked his hand in the morning.
Filled with happiness, I called in the doctor. He finally said what I wished to hear that whole night: Sohrab was recovering.
After a week of praying in the hospital, Sohrab finally tried to speak. I still get nightmares about what his first words were. "Who are you?" said Sohrab.
In the ICU, I told Sohrab all about himself; that he was the only child of Hassan and Farzana, he was named after the main character of Hassan's favorite story the Shahnamah, and that his country was under the Taliban rule.
Obviously, knowing me, I also committed another sin while helping him recollect some of his memory. I lied to him about what had happened to him.
I just could not let the word "suicide" flow out of my mouth. Instead, I told him the Taliban kidnapped him and tried to kill him, which led him to this hospital.
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Another lie that flowed out of my untruthful tongue was that I made Sohrab believed his parents died in a car accident instead of being shot down by a Taliban.
As we landed in America, Soraya was waiting impatiently outside with General Sahib and Khala Jamila. General Saab, as usual, had a grim face, while Soraya waved from far away and ran towards me to give a hug. Sohrab had a smile on his face. I could somehow tell the tall buildings awed him; I could feel a special connection to him, now more than before. He looked happy. I could feel it too.
Sohrab entered his new room, our old studytransformed into a bedroom. He had never had a propersized bed, all for himself, because the orphanage in Afghanistan was crowded and underfunded.