On that fateful night, when Ali and I were sitting in our mud hut and I could hear his ragged breathing, I knew that I had to tell him what happened. I don’t, however, know how to tell him. I decided after some thinking that I would wait until the morning and tell him while we have our breakfast in the morning.
In the morning I woke up, like usually, by the draft of wind that was let in by Ali opening the window. I got up and got dressed, constantly thinking about how I could tell Ali what happened and how, and why Amir hasn’t done anything. Then I remembered, that Ali asked me every breakfast what happened, and I decided that this is exactly the moment I had waited for. I put the dishes and the food out for breakfast, my mind never leaving the story I had to talk about to Ali.
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The whole time, Ali looked like he might explode and tear up Amir, though at the end I managed to convince him that we should not punish him.
Ali came up with the idea that the only option for us is to leave, and the stolen items were the only option for this. Since neither Ali nor I wanted to go, we finished our duties, and spent the entire night crying and thinking of another option which would maybe better suit us, but as we couldn’t find any, we decided that we will go to Baba in the morning and tell him that we will go the next day to our uncle in