My father was a large man, six feet and five inches tall with a thick beard and wild curly hair. According to one story, he even wrestled a bear once.
Baba did all the things people said he could not do. Though he had no training as an architect, he designed and built an orphanage.
Though people said he had no business sense, he became one of the most successful businessmen in the city.
I try to please my father by being more like him but I rarely feel successful.
Since my father likes soccer, I try to like it as well. When he and Baba went to see a match of buzkashi, a popular game in Afghanistan in which a rider must put an animal carcass in a scoring circle while other riders try to take it from him, a rider was trampled after falling from his horse. Amir cried, and Baba could barely hide his disdain for the boy.
I later overhear Baba talking to his business associate, Rahim Khan, the man that later calls me from Pakistan. Baba says I am not like other boys, and he worries that if I can’t stand up for himself as a child, I will not be able to do so as an adult.