All 50 Uses of
Kabul
in
The Kite Runner
- I thought about Hassan. Thought about Baba. Ali. Kabul.
p. 2.8Kabul = capital and largest city of Afghanistan
- Everyone agreed that my father, my Baba, had built the most beautiful house in the Wazir Akbar Khan district, a new and affluent neighborhood in the northern part of Kabul.
p. 4.6
- Some thought it was the prettiest house in all of Kabul.
p. 4.7
- Baba paid for the construction of the two-story orphanage, just off the main strip of Jadeh Maywand south of the Kabul River, with his own money.
p. 13.7
- I remember the day before the orphanage opened, Baba took me to Ghargha Lake, a few miles north of Kabul.
p. 13.9
- So Baba proved them all wrong by not only running his own business but becoming one of the richest merchants in Kabul.
p. 15.3
- When people scoffed that Baba would never marry well—after all, he was not of royal blood—he wedded my mother, Sofia Akrami, a highly educated woman universally regarded as one of Kabul's most respected, beautiful, and virtuous ladies.
p. 15.5
- In those days, drinking was fairly common in Kabul.
p. 16.2
- I cheered with him when Kabul's team scored against Kandahar and yelped insults at the referee when he called a penalty against our team.
p. 20.6
- In 1933, the year Baba was born and the year Zahir Shah began his forty-year reign of Afghanistan, two brothers, young men from a wealthy and reputable family in Kabul, got behind the wheel of their father's Ford roadster.
p. 24.2
- We chased the Kochi, the nomads who passed through Kabul on their way to the mountains of the north.
p. 26.1
- He was American, just like the friendly, longhaired men and women we always saw hanging around in Kabul, dressed in their tattered, brightly colored shirts.
p. 26.7
- We took strolls in the musty-smelling bazaars of the Shar-e-Nau section of Kabul, or the new city, west of the Wazir Akbar Khan district.
p. 26.9
- One summer day, I used one of Ali's kitchen knives to carve our names on it: "Amir and Hassan, the sultans of Kabul."
p. 27.9
- Kabul awoke the next morning to find that the monarchy was a thing of the past.
p. 36.9
- I remember Hassan and I crouching that next morning outside my father's study, as Baba and Rahim Khan sipped black tea and listened to breaking news of the coup on Radio Kabul.
p. 37.1
- If you were a kid living in the Wazir Akbar Khan section of Kabul, you knew about Assef and his famous stainless-steel brass knuckles, hopefully not through personal experience.
p. 38.1
- FOR THE NEXT COUPLE of years, the words economic development and reform danced on a lot of lips in Kabul.
p. 43.5
- And for the most part, even though a new leader lived in Arg—the royal palace in Kabul—life went on as before.
p. 43.7
- Multicolored buses and lorries filled with passengers rolled through the narrow streets of Kabul, led by the constant shouts of the driver assistants who straddled the vehicles' rear bumpers and yelped directions to the driver in their thick Kabuli accent.
p. 43.9
- Winter was every kid's favorite season in Kabul, at least those whose fathers could afford to buy a good iron stove.
p. 48.6
- I loved wintertime in Kabul.
p. 49.6
- EVERY WINTER, districts in Kabul held a kite-fighting tournament.
p. 49.9
- And if you were a boy living in Kabul, the day of the tournament was undeniably the highlight of the cold season.
p. 49.9
- In Kabul, fighting kites was a little like going to war.
p. 50.2
- By the time the snow melted and the rains of spring swept in, every boy in Kabul bore telltale horizontal gashes on his fingers from a whole winter of fighting kites.
p. 50.7
- But he was also the city's most famous kite maker, working out of a tiny hovel on Jadeh Maywand, the crowded street south of the muddy banks of the Kabul River.
p. 51.2
- Through the wall, I could hear the scratchy sound of Radio Kabul News.
p. 57.6
- "He says someday we'll have television in Kabul," I said.
p. 57.7 *
- They change the name of the lake after that, and call it the 'Lake of Amir and Hassan, Sultans of Kabul,' and we get to charge people money for swimming in it.
p. 60.1
- …Jalalabad, said he'd love to have everyone over, he'd bring the kids, his two wives, and, while he was at it, cousin Shafiqa and her family were visiting from Herat, maybe she'd like to tag along, and since she was staying with cousin Nader in Kabul, his family would have to be invited as well even though Homayoun and Nader had a bit of a feud going, and if Nader was invited, surely his brother Faruq had to be asked too or his feelings would be hurt and he might not invite them to his…
p. 82.8
- The words I'd carved on the tree trunk with Ali's kitchen knife, Amir and Hassan: The Sultans of Kabul… I couldn't stand looking at them now.
p. 87.1
- We'd have a great, fancy wedding and invite family and friends from Kabul to Kandahar.
p. 98.9
- Only a handful of kids in all of Kabul owned a new Stingray and now I was one of them.
p. 101.8
- IN KABUL, it rarely rained in the summer.
p. 107.9
- My innards had been roiling since we'd left Kabul just after two in the morning.
p. 110.7
- "We are too close to Kabul," he shot back.
p. 111.2
- Karim was a people smuggler—it was a pretty lucrative business then, driving people out of Shorawi-occupied Kabul to the relative safety of Pakistan.
p. 111.6
- He was taking us to Jalalabad, about 170 kilometers southeast of Kabul, where his brother, Toor, who had a bigger truck with a second convoy of refugees, was waiting to drive us across the Khyber Pass and into Peshawar.
p. 111.6
- You couldn't trust anyone in Kabul any more—for a fee or under threat, people told on each other, neighbor on neighbor, child on parent, brother on brother, servant on master, friend on friend.
p. 112.7
- The rafiqs, the comrades, were everywhere and they'd split Kabul into two groups: those who eavesdropped and those who didn't.
p. 112.9
- His father, who'd owned a movie theater in Kabul, was telling Baba how, three months before, a stray bullet had struck his wife in the temple and killed her.
p. 120.7
- In 1980, when we were still in Kabul, the U.S. announced it would be boycotting the Olympic Games in Moscow.
p. 126.2
- I wanted to tell them that, in Kabul, we snapped a tree branch and used it as a credit card.
p. 128.7
- I thought of all the trucks, train sets, and bikes he'd bought me in Kabul.
p. 130.2
- Baba's beard was graying, his hair thinning at the temples, and hadn't he been taller in Kabul?
p. 131.5
- Kabul, Peshawar, Hayward.
p. 132.9
- Cars I'd never seen in Kabul, where most people drove Russian Volgas, old Opels, or Iranian Paikans.
p. 136.4
- Long before the Roussi army marched into Afghanistan, long before villages were burned and schools destroyed, long before mines were planted like seeds of death and children buried in rock-piled graves, Kabul had become a city of ghosts for me.
p. 136.7
- THE FOLLOWING SUMMER, the summer of 1984—the summer I turned twenty-one—Baba sold his Buick and bought a dilapidated '71 Volkswagen bus for $550 from an old Afghan acquaintance who'd been a high-school science teacher in Kabul.
p. 137.1
Definition:
the capital and largest city of Afghanistan; located in eastern Afghanistan