The Kite Runner Dialectical Journal Final Outline Flashcard Example #25444

Chapter One: “That was a long time ago, but it’s wrong what they say about the past, I’ve learned, about how you can bury it. Because the past claws its way out. Looking back now, I realize I have been peeking into that deserted alley for the last twenty-six years” (Hosseini 1).
Introduction before introduced to main protagonist
Chapter Two: “Ali’s face and his walk frightened some of the younger children neighborhood. but the real trouble was with the older kids. they chased him on the street, and mocked him when he hobbled by. some had taken to calling him Babalu or Boogeyman.” (Hosseini 8)
Visualization of Ali
Chapter Three: “A boy who won’t stand up for himself becomes a man who can’t stand up to anything” (Hosseini 22)
Chapter Four: “”Most days I worshiped Baba with an intensity approaching the religious. But right then, I wished I could open my veins and drain the cursed blood from my body.” (Hosseini 32)
Chapter Five: “The swelling subsided, and the wound healed with time. Soon, it was just a pink jagged line running up from his lip. By the following winter, it was only a faint scar. Which was ironic. Because that was the winter that Hassan stopped smiling.” (Hosseini 47)
Chapter Six: ” For kite runner, the most converted prize was the last fallen kind of a winter tournament. it was a trophy of honor, something to be displayed on a mantel for guests to admire. When the sky cleared of kites and only the final two remained, every kite runner readied himself for the chance to land this price. He positioned himself at a spot that he thought would give him a head start. Tense muscles readied themselves to uncoil. Neck cranked. Eyes crinkled. Fights broke out. And when the last kite was cut, all hell broke loose.” (Hosseini 52)
Chapter Seven: ” For you a thousand times over!” he said. Then he smiled his Hassan smile and disappeared around the corner. The next time I saw him smile unabashedly like that was twenty-six years later, in a faded Polaroid photograph.” (Hosseini 67)
Chapter Seven: ” I had one last chance to make a decision. One final opportunity to decide who I was going to be. I could step into that alley, stand up for Hassan – the way he’d stood up for me all those times in the past – and accept whatever would happen to me. Or I could run.” (Hosseini 77)
Chapter Eight: ” But to me, his eyes betrayed him. When I looked into them, the facade faltered, revealed a glimpse of the madness hiding between them.” (Hosseini 97)
Chapter Nine: “I flinched, like I’d been slapped. My heart sank and I almost blurted out the truth. Then I understood: This was Hassan’s final sacrifice for me. If he’d said no, Baba would have believed him because we all knew Hassan never lied. And if Baba believed him, then I’d be the accused; I would have to explain and I would be revealed for what I really was.” (Hosseini 105)
Chapter Nine: “That was when I understood the depth of the pain I had caused, the blackness of the grief I had brought onto everyone, that not even Ali’s paralyzed face could mask his sorrow.” (Hosseini 107)
Chapter Ten: “Tell him he’s wrong. War doesn’t negate decency. It demands it, even more than in times of peace.” (Hosseini 115)
Chapter Ten: “Less than two hours ago, Baba had volunteered to take a bullet for the honor of a women he didn’t even know. Now he’d almost choked a man to death, would have done it cheerfully if not for the pleas of that same woman.” (Hosseini 118)
Chapter Eleven: ” For me, America was a place to bury my memories.
For Baba, a place to mourn his.” (Hosseini 129)
Chapter Twelve: ” Remember this,” Baba said, pointing at me, ” The man is a Pashtun to the root. He has nang and namoos” Nang, Namoos. Honor and pride. The tenets of Pashtun men. Especially when it came to the chastity of a wife. Or a daughter.” (Hosseini 145)
Chapter Thirteen: ” Listening to them, I realized how much of who I was, what I was, had been defined by Baba and the marks he had left on people’s lives. My whole life, I had been “Baba’s son.” Now he was gone. Baba couldn’t show me the way anymore; I’d have to find it on my own.” (Hosseini 174)
Chapter Thirteen: “But I think a big part of the reason I didn’t care about Soraya’s past was that I had one of my own. I knew all about regret.” (Hosseini 180)
Chapter Fourteen: “A way to be good again.” (Hosseini 192)
Chapter Fifteen: “We give in to loss, to suffering, accept it as a fact of life, even see it as necessary. Zendagi migzara, we say, life goes on.” (Hosseini 201)
Chapter Sixteen: “The war is over, Hassan,” I said. ” There’s going to be peace, Inshallah, and happiness and calm. No more rockets, no more killing, no more funerals!” But he just turned off the radio and asked if he could get me anything before he went to bed.” (Hosseini 213)
Chapter Seventeen: “The streets are full enough already of hungry orphans and every day I thank Allah that I am alive, not because I fear death, but because my wife has a husband and my son is not an orphan.” (Hosseini 216)
Chapter Eighteen: “And now, fifteen years after I’d buried him, I was learning Baba had been a thief. And a thief of the worst kind, because the things he’d stolen had been sacred: from me the right to know I had a brother, from Hassan his identity, and from Ali his honor. His nang. His namoos.” (Hosseini 225)
Chapter Nineteen: “I was afraid that I’d let the waters carry me away from what I had to do. From Hassan. From the past had come calling. And from this one last chance at redemption.” (Hosseini 231)
Chapter Nineteen: “That’s the real Afghanistan, Agha sahib. That’s the Afghanistan I know. You? You’ve always been a tourist here, you just didn’t know it.” (Hosseini 232)
Chapter Nineteen: “I follow the barrel on its upward arc. I see the face behind the plume of smoke swirling from the muzzle. I am the man in the herringbone vest.” (Hosseini 240)
Chapter Twenty: “A sadness came over me. Returning to Kabul was like running into an old, forgotten friend and seeing that life hadn’t been good to him, that he’d become homeless and destitute.” (Hosseini 246)
Chapter Twenty-One: “The house itself was far from the sprawling white mansion I remembered from my childhood. It looked smaller.” (Hosseini 262)
Chapter Twenty-Two: “My body was broken—just how badly I wouldn’t find out until later—but
I felt healed. Healed at last. I laughed” (Hosseini 289).
Chapter Twenty-Two: “His hand was cocked above his shoulder, holding the cup of the slingshot at the end of the elastic band which was pulled all the way back. There was something in the cup, something shiny and yellow. I blinked the blood from my eyes and saw it was one of the brass balls from the ring in the table base. Sohrab had the slingshot pointed to Assef’s face.” (Hosseini 291)
Chapter Twenty-Three: “But I hope you will heed this: A man who has no conscience, no goodness, does not suffer. I hope your suffering comes to an end with this journey to Afghanistan.” (Hosseini 301)
Chapter Twenty-Four: “A kinship exists between people who’ve fed from the same breast. Now, as the boy’s pain soaked through my shirt, I saw that a kinship had taken root between us too. What happened in that room with Assef had irrevocably bound us.” (Hosseini 320)
Chapter Twenty-Five: “My hands are stained with Hassan’s blood: I pray God doesn’t let them get stained with the blood of this boy too.” (Hosseini 346)

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