Kite Runner I Am Poem
I am a creative writer and a big coward
I wonder if Kabul is the same old city as it was after I left it together with Baba
I hear gunshots between Afghanistan and Soviet Union soldiers
I see myself as the greatest story writer in all of California in the next ten years
I want to go back in time to be a good and loyal friend to Hassan just like he has done for me
I am a creative writer and a big coward
I pretend like my whole lifetime is a great one to enjoy
I feel butterflies in my stomach when reminiscing
I touch the wind whenever I feel its breeze blowing through my hair. It reminds me of kite flying back in Kabul when I was younger
I worry about Hassan and Ali ever since they left Baba and I in our mansion in Kabul
I cry over the pain Baba is getting because of lung cancer
I am a creative writer and a big coward
I understand people make big mistakes just like I had in my early childhood
I say to close love ones “for you, a thousand times over” just like Hassan told me a few years ago
I dream about Soraya and I having a big family with lots of children to take care of
I try to learn from my mistakes from the past
I hope the best for my families’ future
I am a creative writer and a big coward