I was at page 236, I closed the book and stared at our TV set. I wiped my tears. I looked at the clock; it said 3:30pm. I didn’t desire to go on, because for me, that page contained the ending of the story. I gazed at the book cover, two boys, arms around the shoulders of each other. I wanted to stop reading, because there is no more hope for the ending that I wanted; Hassan is gone.
But I opened the book, and continued reading, 165 more pages to go. I closed the book once again and glimpsed at the clock, it read 5:30pm. I completed reading the book.
After several days, I finally finished reading The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini. I borrowed the book from a friend, thanks Bjane!
It’s an astonishing book, really. Now I want to see the movie.
It changed the way I look at Afghanistan. Before, when I hear “Afghanistan” or “Afghans”, I would think of terrorists, war, and heartless people. I would even sometimes raise my eyebrow. Now, I was able to understand the situation better, the Roussi, the Taliban, etc.
And now, the way I feel about Afghanistan also changed. I feel sympathy to those Afghans who have been struggling over the years to triumph over the forces of violence. I feel sorry for the innocent ones. They say that, there are a lot of children in Afghanistan, but little childhood.
We all make mistakes; it’s in our nature, because we are just humans. What matters is what we do after we apprehend our mistakes. It’s how we deal with the consequences.
A man who has no conscience, no goodness, does not suffer. -Rahim Khan
When we commit a huge slip-up, and feel guilty for it, that guilt will haunt us. It will make us suffer. And that suffer will only come to an end until we face it. Until we deal with our mistake.
In my case, I was able to commit a mistake, a mistake that haunts me up to now. I don’t know how to face it, I can’t. And the consequences? I’ll deal with them when I come face to face with it.
Basta, I can’t describe the feeling while reading the book. It portrayed family, friendships, courage, cowardice, shame, guilt, love, betrayal, and redemption. It is moving and heartbreaking. I love it.
I was at page 236, I closed the book and stared at our TV set. I wiped my tears. I looked at the clock; it said 3:30pm. I didn’t desire to go on, because for me, that page contained the ending of the story. I gazed at the book cover, two boys, arms around the shoulders of each other. I wanted to stop reading, because there is no more hope for the ending that I wanted; Hassan is gone.
But I opened the book, and continued reading, 165 more pages to go. I closed the book once again and glimpsed at the clock, it read 5:30pm. I completed reading the book.
After several days, I finally finished reading The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini. I borrowed the book from a friend, thanks Bjane!
It’s an astonishing book, really. Now I want to see the movie.
It changed the way I look at Afghanistan. Before, when I hear “Afghanistan” or “Afghans”, I would think of terrorists, war, and heartless people. I would even sometimes raise my eyebrow. Now, I was able to understand the situation better, the Roussi, the Taliban, etc.
And now, the way I feel about Afghanistan also changed. I feel sympathy to those Afghans who have been struggling over the years to triumph over the forces of violence. I feel sorry for the innocent ones. They say that, there are a lot of children in Afghanistan, but little childhood.
We all make mistakes; it’s in our nature, because we are just humans. What matters is what we do after we apprehend our mistakes. It’s how we deal with the consequences.
A man who has no conscience, no goodness, does not suffer. -Rahim Khan
When we commit a huge slip-up, and feel guilty for it, that guilt will haunt us. It will make us suffer. And that suffer will only come to an end until we face it. Until we deal with our mistake.
In my case, I was able to commit a mistake, a mistake that haunts me up to now. I don’t know how to face it, I can’t. And the consequences? I’ll deal with them when I come face to face with it.
Basta, I can’t describe the feeling while reading the book. It portrayed family, friendships, courage, cowardice, shame, guilt, love, betrayal, and redemption. It is moving and heartbreaking. I love it.
I've been blogging since 2004 and I'm stillexisting.
I’m a rocker, and a party girl.
I’m sad, also I’m happy.
I’m a good friend; along with I’m your worst enemy.
I cheat, yet I love.
I hurt other people, thus I always get broken.
I’m weak, but I’m strong.
I’m nice, yet I’m mean.
I suck, but I rock!
this is MILES, this is ME..
I AM...
delusional. stupid at times. a jerk sometimes. slightly sensitive. a brat. short-tempered. used to getting what I want, if I don’t, I’m furious. the event organizer. mysterious to some. a snob to many. trustworthy. a good friend. already quit drinking. don’t smoke. complicated.
My Names:
Miles -- to most people I know.
Darla -- to my group mates. you know the movie Finding Nemo? Brat -- to my group mates and to some friends.
Zeb, Bez, Best -- to my Best friends.
Otso -- to some of my High School Friends.
Ning -- to my Dad.
LOVES
pizza
pasta
tacos
nachos
grilled squid
coffee
chocolate cakes
sisig
ONE TREE HILL
Gossip Girl
HATES siopao
diningding paksiw shell fish
pineapple
DESIRES
TOP the BOARD EXAM because of HIS help update: I didn't top, but I passed it. Of course, because of His help.
new phone from Kuya Z. update: I have a new phone. Thank you Kuya Z.
meet new people
attend gym class
get a temporary good-paying job
update: I have a not-so-temporary, not-so-good paying job.
RUDE messages will be deleted and user will be BANNED! My cbox has a little problem so if you already pressed GO, don't repeat it to avoid accidental spamming. Get it? Not difficult to understand right? :) I ADORE TAGS but COMMENTS on posts are LOVED. :) Designed for your lovable messages. For Ex-Links, say it nicely. okayy? BETTER if you link me first. :)
Hi There! I'm MILES, a future REGISTERED NURSE. Random Thoughts of a registered nurse, a friend, a daughter, a music lover, a party-goer and a servant of God. Any similarity to someone else's blog post is purely a coincidence.
Zendagi Migzara
