2003 novels

We are all full of weakness and errors; let us mutually pardon each other our follies - it is the first law of nature. –Voltaire We have been in so many situations, either you are a young or old man or woman, but it is always different. In this situation, we saw how we handle our lives. And when we handle those we always analyze it first and how our ability to solve the situation. Once we solved it we saw what our capabilities are; our strength that we admire and the weakness we snub because it’s

In the attention-grabbing book, The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini, which is about an Afghan boy, Amir, growing up and dealing with the pain of mistakes and unfortunate circumstances. Amir manages to hide his wrong doings until he receives a call from an old friend. Amir moves out of Afghanistan in his late teenage years with his father Baba, a man who is courageous and hard to satisfy, not bringing much with him besides a few clothing items and a whole lot of guilt for abandoning his friend Hassan

Everyone has a past and it often times resurfaces later on in life. In The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini this happens to Amir. In his youth he is a horrible friend and makes some cowardice mistakes. He is given a few opportunities to redeem himself and he tries to do so. Amir is morally ambiguous because in his youth he is perceived as a horrible person. One time that Amir displays this is when he lets his fear control him causing him to abandon his friend. Hassan is running the kite for Amir

In The Kite Runner, Khaled Hosseini consistently includes two blatant themes, friendship, and sacrifice, in order to create a sense of family to the main character, Amir. The books starts off with Amir’s childhood memories of himself and Hassan, his family’s servants son. Amir and Hassan had been inseparable best friends, since the day they were born. In fact, the two were so close that Hassan’s first word was Amir’s name (Hosseini 11). Hassan was time and time again there to defend Amir and stand

I admitted a baby girl in the NICU weighing 1lb 7oz with esophageal atresia I also met the parents the same day of admission to orient them to the unit, the equipment, and to address any concerns regarding visiting time. This baby was in the unit for few months I frequently cared for her and the family. On this Sunday morning, the mother asked me “Do you go to church” I replied her with the name of the church also told her I volunteer at church as an usher on my off Sundays. When parents confirmed

My mom was the stable person in the marriage and the family. She was the breadwinner, the one who always held a job and made sure we had enough to eat and clothes to wear. I think about the life she had, a mother of six who had to work full time and who’s salary supported all of us while my dad worked sporadically and drank way too much beer. I don’t remember her ever having a vacation or even taking days off work, and yet when she got home at the end of the day she still made us dinner and washed

The pedagogy of listening is one that is closely intertwined with early childhood education (ECE) and, within this context, it is acknowledged as being more than the word itself implies. Listening in an early childhood setting is not merely to hear what a child says and act on it, rather, it is to open yourself to different perspectives and be willing to not only act on but also adopt new ways of thinking (Davies, 2014). To truly use this as an effective pedagogy is to turn the act of listening into

“It’s Monday night, still haven’t come up with anything yet?” my daughter asks me as she comes into my bedroom. She finds me at my desk staring at my computer in a daze yet again. She knows I have been here for quite a while again today. The shreds of loose leaf paper on the floor that the dog has had a field day with are a dead giveaway. “Drink enough coke, mama?” she says laughing under her breath as she walks out of the room. I look over to see the three diet Dr. Pepper cans lined up in a

The Essay Recently I found myself without a reason to live anymore. I’m not sure when it all started, but four months ago in the room of a hotel, I found myself sitting in a desk, writing a suicidal letter. I didn’t really want to end my life, I simply wanted to get rid of this pain. It was more of an agony what I was dealing with. I had no dreams. I had no ambitions. And I knew that what I was about to do was going to hurt. My future shrank down to this day, these last couple of hours in this

When people think of making changes to their life, they can respond two different ways. They can either rejoice and happily accept the change that’s coming or they shudder and reject the idea completely. I used to be the ladder of the two. I felt like my life was perfectly fine, so why should I change it in any way? I never realized that making changes to your life, whether that be a big one or a minor one, could change your whole life. When I was 15, I lived in a town called Mountain Home. I