I had told Farid, “[you] think I don't have family in Pakistan and Iran? I could have ran like everyone else... I stayed because of them"(257). Thursday it is. Farid and Amir, two middle-aged men came to look for Sohrab. Unfortunately, Sohrab was taken nearly a month ago by that haughty, lamb-eating Talib official, and those two men did not take the news very lightly. I hadn’t even gotten to that part when Farid, the man with one arm, leaped at me and began to strangle me. Strong man he was! I fell back, knocking my chair over and scattering most of the papers on my desk everywhere. I gasped for breath, but there was nothing I could do. Amir, the other man, told him that kids were watching and Farid finally let me go. I was furious. This man, who does …show more content…
So I collected myself and when I was ready to talk, I spoke because I had agreed to help them and I had to keep my word. I began again, and Farid vehemently insulted me. That man does not think at all before he speaks. I then explained to them that the payment I received when the Talib took children was the only money I had to feed my orphanage because I had given all I had to it. Farid then dropped his eyes and said nothing more. Although he seemed contrite, he did not apologize. Amir intervened and asked about the children the Talib took. I was agitated and felt a headache coming, so I rubbed my eyes with my thumb and forefinger. I finally told Amir where to find the Talib that took the children. I told him to go to the Ghazi stadium and look for the one with sunglasses during halftime. I did not have the heart to tell him what he would face during halftime, but I felt that he would soon find out. I had kept my part of the bargain and I was irritated at the fact that I had been disrespected by a cripple who did not understand what it was like to give my life and everything I ever own for the lives of these orphans who had taken everything from