The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini It hurts more to have something and then lose it, than to not have it at all. But life, at all times, causes us to believe in it, to grapple its experiences, identities, joys and pleasures; and just when we’re fully indulged in its illusory ecstasy, life slips in quietly, reappearing in its shadowy form, and knocking the door of our heart, it whispers in our ear, “Hey, that’s it, buddy. The show’s over. Time to return!” Life, in fact, is a cruel creature with a charming face, who, lends us all that we need in a given moment, only to take it away, just when we are beginning to grow fond of it. And like a slaughter to a lamb, it slices the delicious crumb of this teeny-weeny world that we’ve created for ourself, and we, are forced to return to where we have come from; our heart, the true home. The Kite Runner, too, is one of those works of fiction, which takes you to glimpse this great field of life, where you lose when you win and