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e I d ever met。
I told him a lot about Baba； his job； the flea market； and how； at the end； he d died happy。 I told him about my schooling； my books……four published novels to my credit now。 He smiled at this； said he had never had any doubt。 I told him I had written short stories in the leather…bound notebook he d given me； but he didn t remember the notebook。
The conversation inevitably turned to the Taliban。
Is it as bad as I hear？ I said。
Nay； it s worse。 Much worse； he said。 They don t let you be human。 He pointed to a scar above his right eye cutting a crooked path through his bushy eyebrow。 I was at a soccer game in Ghazi Stadium in 1998。 Kabul against Mazar…i…Sharif； I think； and by the way the players weren t allowed to wear shorts。 Indecent exposure； I guess。 He gave a tired laugh。 Anyway； Kabul scored a goal and the man next to me cheered loudly。 Suddenly this young bearded fellow who was patrolling the aisles； eighteen years old at most by the look of him； he walked up to me and struck me on the forehead with the butt of his Kalashnikov。 Do that again and I ll cut out your tongue； you old donkey！ he said。 Rahim Khan rubbed the scar with a gnarled finger。 I was old enough to be his grandfather and I was sitting there； blood gushing down my face； apologizing to that son of a dog。
I poured him more tea。 Rahim Khan talked some more。 Much of it I knew already； some not。 He told me that； as arranged between Baba and him； he had lived in Baba s house since 1981……this I knew about。 Baba had sold the house to Rahim Khan shortly before he and I fled Kabul。 The way Baba had seen it those days； Afghanistan s troubles were only a temporary interruption of our way of life……the days of parties at the Wazir Akbar Khan house and picnics in Paghman would surely return。 So he d given the house to Rahim Khan to keep watch over until that day。
Rahim Khan told me how； when the Northern Alliance took over Kabul between 1992 and 1996； different factions claimed different parts of Kabul。 If you went from the Shar…e…Nau section to Kerteh…Parwan to buy a carpet； you risked getting shot by a sniper or getting blown up by a rocket……if you got past all the checkpoints； that was。 You practically needed a visa to go from one neighborhood to the other。 So people just stayed put； prayed the next rocket wouldn t hit their home。 He told me how people knocked holes in the walls of their homes so they could bypass the dangerous streets and would move down the block from hole to hole。 In other parts； people moved about in underground tunnels。
Why didn t you leave？ I said。
Kabul was my home。 It still is。 He snickered。 Remember the street that went from your house to the Qishla； the military bar racks next to Istiqial School？
Yes。 It was the shortcut to school。 I remembered the day Hassan and I crossed it and the soldiers had teased Hassan about his mother。 Hassan had cried in the cinema later； and I d put an arm around him。
When the Taliban rolled in and kicked the Alliance out of Kabul； I actually danced on that street； Rahim Khan said。 And； believe me； I