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that street； Rahim Khan said。 And； believe me； I wasn t alone。 People were celebrating at _Chaman_； at Deh…Mazang； greeting the Taliban in the streets； climbing their tanks and posing for pictures with them。 People were so tired of the constant fighting； tired of the rockets； the gunfire； the explosions； tired of watching Gulbuddin and his cohorts firing on any thing that moved。 The Alliance did more damage to Kabul than the Shorawi。 They destroyed your father s orphanage； did you know that？
Why？ I said。 Why would they destroy an orphanage？ I remembered sitting behind Baba the day they opened the orphanage。 The wind had knocked off his caracul hat and everyone had laughed； then stood and clapped when he d delivered his speech。 And now it was just another pile of rubble。 All the money Baba had spent； all those nights he d sweated over the blueprints； all the visits to the construction site to make sure every brick； every beam； and every block was laid just right。。。
Collateral damage； Rahim Khan said。 You don t want to know； Amir jan； what it was like sifting through the rubble of that orphanage。 There were body parts of children。。。
So when the Taliban came。。。
They were heroes； Rahim Khan said。 Peace at last。
Yes； hope is a strange thing。 Peace at last。 But at what price？ A violent coughing fit gripped Rahim Khan and rocked his gaunt body back and forth。 When he spat into his handkerchief； it immediately stained red。 I thought that was as good a time as any to address the elephant sweating with us in the tiny room。
How are you？ I asked。 I mean really； how are you？
Dying； actually； he said in a gurgling voice。 Another round of coughing。 More blood on the handkerchief。 He wiped his mouth； blotted his sweaty brow from one wasted temple to the other with his sleeve； and gave me a quick glance。 When he nodded； I knew he had read the next question on my face。 Not long； he breathed。
How long？
He shrugged。 Coughed again。 I don t think I ll see the end of this summer； he said。
Let me take you home with me。 I can find you a good doctor。 They re ing up with new treatments all the time。 There are new drugs and experimental treatments； we could enroll you in one。。。 I was rambling and I knew it。 But it was better than crying； which I was probably going to do anyway。
He let out a chuff of laughter； revealed missing lower incisors。 It was the most tired laughter I d ever heard。 I see America has infused you with the optimism that has made her so great。 That s very good。 We re a melancholic people； we Afghans； aren t we？ Often； we wallow too much in ghamkhori and self…pity。 We give in to loss； to suffering； accept it as a fact of life； even see it as
necessary。 Zendagi migzara； we say； life goes on。 But I am not surrendering to fate here； I am being pragmatic。 I have seen several good doctors here and they have given the same answer。 I trust them and believe them。 There is such a thing as God s will。
There is only what you do and what you don t do； I said。
Rahim Khan laughed。 You sounded like your father just now。 I miss him so much。