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Sitting cross-legged, sunlight and shadows of pomegranate leaves dancing on his face, Hassan absently plucked blades of grass from the ground as I read him stories he couldn't read for himself. That Hassan would grow up illiterate like Ali and most Hazaras had been decided the minute he had been born, perhaps even the moment he had been conceived in Sanaubar's unwelcoming womb--after all, what use did a servant have for the written word? But despite his illiteracy, or maybe because of it, Hassan was drawn to the mystery of words, seduced by a secret world forbidden to him. I read him poems and stories, sometimes riddles--though I stopped reading those when I saw he was far better at solving them than I was. So I read him unchallenging things, like the misadventures of the bumbling Mullah Nasruddin and his donkey. We sat for hours under that tree, sat there until the sun faded in the west, and still Hassan insisted we had enough daylight for one more story, one more chapter.
哈桑盤腿坐著，陽光和石榴葉的陰影在他臉上翩翩起舞。我念那些他看不懂的故事給他聽，他心不在焉地摘著地上雜草的葉片。哈桑長大后，會跟阿里和多數哈扎拉人一樣，自出生之日起，甚至自莎娜芭不情不愿地懷上他那天起，就注定要成為文盲--畢竟，仆人要讀書識字干嗎呢?但盡管他目不識丁，興許正因為如此，哈桑對那些謎一樣的文字十分入迷，那個他無法接觸的世界深深吸引了他。我給他念詩歌和故事，有時也念謎語--不過后來我不念了，因為我發現他解謎語的本領遠比我高強。所以我念些不那么有挑戰性的東西，比如裝腔作勢的納斯魯丁毛拉和他那頭驢子出洋相的故事。我們在樹下一坐就是幾個鐘頭，直到太陽在西邊黯淡下去，哈桑還會說，日光還足夠亮堂，我們可以多念一個故事、多讀一章。 If thou art indeed my father, then hast thou stained thy sword in the life-blood of thy son. And thou didst it of thine obstinacy. For I sought to turn thee unto love, and I implored of thee thy name, for I thought to behold in thee the tokens recounted of my mother. But I appealed unto thy heart in vain, and now is the time gone for meeting...
"Read it again please, Amir agha,"Hassan would say. Sometimes tears pooled in Hassan's eyes as I read him this passage, and I always wondered whom he wept for, the grief-stricken Rostam who tears his clothes and covers his head with ashes, or the dying Sohrab who only longed for his father's love? Personally, I couldn't see the tragedy in Rostam's fate. After all, didn't all fathers in their secret hearts harbor a desire to kill their sons?
