Kite Runner & Benazir Bhutto

Last night I got the chance to watch the Kite Runner. Our neighbor is in Film industry and had kindly invited us to watch the DVD at their home. Just imagine how wonderful it can be to watch an amazing movie, while you are being served an excellent three-dish menu adopted by their lovely daughter from the book.
The movie was excellent. The scenery, the scenario, the play, everything was amazing. I loved Sahib, Amir’s father, for his statements before war about mullahs and communists. I loved Hassan with the angle like smile on his face and his blind love for Amir and his family.
I cried so many times during the movie. And later, when our friend asked us about the authenticity of the scripts I couldn’t help myself not to scream: Oh yaa.

I know many Afghani. I knew some back in Iran, later in Vienna and finally in the US. The ones I met in Iran were mainly workers. However, I knew some of them are very educated and that Iran’s government would not offer them a relative job. I met a PhD in English Literature who was working in a construction area. He was able to fluently talk 3 languages beside Farsi and Pashto. When I was in Iran and would compare the Afghani in Iran to my own family or others in the US, I couldn’t believe after almost 20 years living there, they had nothing. Iran’s immigration policy didn’t recognize their right. And those Iranian readers of these lines would agree that we used to look at them as just Afghani. They didn’t have name, or identity. They were just Afghani.
Anyhow, I think with this film and with its amazing post-watching influence, I have a great hope that it attracts some attention to their loss during the last 30 years of different war and may even Afghanis unite better and don’t limit themselves with the tribal problems. And mainly with the hope that there will be no war anywhere.


P.S: This morning while I was getting ready to come to work, I have heard the assassination of Benazir Bhutto . I was in a state of confusion and disbelief for a second. And now after few hours I still cannot believe it.
The fact that most of the political parties in the Middle East is person dependent, and the leaders are not able to train successor(s) for themselves, makes them easy target for assassination. The opposite party also thinks by killing this leader the ideology will be terminated. And it goes on circle, on and on.
I knew Bhutto family because of Benazir’s grandmother was an Iranian, relative of one of my close family member. I have heard stories about them and somehow grew up following her and her family’s political life. It is hard to believe that this era of my life comes to a tragic and bloody end so soon.