If we come to sleep
we are His drowsy ones.
and if we come to wake
we are in His hands.
if we come to weeping,
we are His cloud full of raindrops.
and if we come to laughing,
we are His lightning in that moment.
if we come to anger and battle,
it is the reflection of His wrath.
and if we come to peace and pardon,
it is the reflection of His love.
Who are we in this complicated world?
I have read and re-read the Kite Runner so many times, and never tire of the story.
It is by far my favourite book.
This is a poem that is read aloud by the main character in the film adaption (not included in the book), Amir, as he and his 'Baba' or father, flee to Pakistan during the Soviet invasion of Afghanistan.
It sounds so much prettier in Farsi (Arabic).