Like Amir and Hassan, I once bore the brunt of a bully. My persecutor, Paul Monakey, terrified me back in the seventh grade. Two years older than I, he got his kicks escorting me from the bus stop to my house, applying a vice-like headlock the whole entire way. Desperation and anger guided my fist to smash into his face the next time he came for me. Of course he walloped me back, and I truely saw stars and did some bleeding. He never touched me again.
I appreciate how this chapter juxtaposes Assef, a psychotic bully famed for biting or ripping off another child's ear, to the plastic surgeon, hired by Baba to erase Hassan's hare-lip, a beautiful birthday present indeed. Here we see a flesh destroyer and a flesh healer.
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