Reflection on “A Thousand Splendid Suns” Essay

One could non await the moons that shimmer on her roofs. And the thousand minute sunlights that hide behind her w anys. closedown the withstand, I hardly feel really and hopeful.I will non say this story is a tragedy, and I hate when people generalise it as a book where everyone died except for Laila, Tariq and their children. Indeed, a depressing and sorrow mood is seemed to be perpetuated throughout the book, which has a large era bod spanning everyplace decades (making it also a thought-provoking historical fiction) we agonenise over the misfortune of the many characters, over their fickle lives under the close to deplorable torture of the human rights. Its not the kind of affliction or anguish that is easy to resonate with, as lives as well as the social norms in Afghanistan are unfamiliar to most of us. But somehow, no matter how this book is portrayed as a fiction, from deep within my heart, I know this must be the reality, the bare truth of a brutal period of m odern history. The first reason, I assume, is that Hosseini is a maitre dhotel of story-telling. When I marvelled at Mariams courage to stand up against Rasheed, move by Laila and Tariqs unfading hope for a brighter future, I wonder, arent they just people who cannot be more ordinary? Every time when a person died in the story, especially those who are not the authoritative roles and their deaths were merely mentioned in one line, it occurred to me that there must be thousands of Lailas, Tariqs and Mariams in Afghanistan. Each one of them had been the hero in his/her own story. Thats wherefore at the completion of the story, I felt so real and so empowered I might be the hero of my own story.The sustain reason, is that every character is created so real that you cannot simply love or hate anyone. I was really surprised that I didnt countersign for many of the sad scenes until I read about Jalils Disney memorialise and his letter. Jalil, the one who deeply broke or, more pre cisely, devastate Mariams heart, who erst been a cold businessman and gave away his daughter without a bicker turned out to be a father who really cared for Mariam for all those years, who still regretted the Disney movie he didnt take her to watch. He bring in that at the end of his life, the thing that should be cherished most is the fortune of being a father, the thing that should be embraced most tightly is his daughter. This person, is just so real. Even Rasheed, who is the major cause of the two womens misfortune, has showed his fatherlike love when Zalmai was born. Everyone in this story is a three-dimensional person no(prenominal) of them is perfect, but each one of them can be a splendiferous sun shining in the sky of Afghanistan.Real is definitely not the only feeling I have after reading it, the most overwhelming one must be hopeful. Hosseini has never think to depress anyone since the very first beginning when he wrote down the epithet of book A thousand polis hed suns. Though the walls may seemed to be ashen and rough, I can still see the thousand fine suns hide behind the walls. This is exactly the motto, the spirit that inspired everyone in this book to keep on struggling. For Mariam, she was able to have a legitimate end to a life of illegitimate beginnings. because she has loved and been loved back. For Laila and Tariq, their splendid suns are their children, children in Afghanistan and each other. For Lailas Babi, his splendid suns are Laila and her Mammy. For Jalil, at the end of his life, he still possessed hope to take Mariam in his arms as he should have all those years ago. Even for Rasheed, he once lost a splendid sun in his life, thats why he would never let it go once Zalmai was born, who turned out to be his new splendid sun. Yes, most of them died. But they were lucky they died with hope.In the end, I feel so real and hopeful that I almost see a thousand splendid suns shining in the sky now.