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ing and laughing。 And the harder I laughed； the harder he kicked me； punched me； scratched me。
WHAT S SO FUNNY？ Assef kept roaring with each blow。 His spittle landed in my eye。 Sohrab screamed。
WHAT S SO FUNNY？ Assef bellowed。 Another rib snapped； this time left lower。 What was so funny was that； for the first time since the winter of 1975； I felt at peace。 I laughed because I saw that； in some hidden nook in a corner of my mind； I d even been looking forward to this。 I remembered the day on the hill I had pelted Hassan with pomegranates and tried to provoke him。 He d just stood there； doing nothing； red juice soaking through his shirt like blood。 Then he d taken the pomegranate from my hand； crushed it against his forehead。 Are you satisfied now？ he d hissed。 Do you feel better？ I hadn t been happy and I hadn t felt better； not at all。 But I did now。 My body was broken……just how badly I wouldn t find out until later……but I felt healed。 Healed at last。 I laughed。
Then the end。 That； I ll take to my grave：
I was on the ground laughing； Assef straddling my chest； his face a mask of lunacy； framed by snarls of his hair swaying inches from my face。 His free hand was locked around my throat。 The other； the one with the brass knuckles； cocked above his shoulder。 He raised his fist higher； raised it for another blow。
Then： Bas。 A thin voice。
We both looked。
Please； no more。
I remembered something the orphanage director had said when he d opened the door to me and Farid。 What had been his name？ Zaman？ He s inseparable from that thing； he had said。 He tucks it in the waist of his pants everywhere he goes。
No more。
Twin trails of black mascara； mixed with tears； had rolled down his cheeks； smeared the rouge。 His lower lip trembled。 Mucus seeped from his nose。 Bas； he croaked。
His hand was cocked above his shoulder； holding the cup of the slingshot at the end of the elastic band which was pulled all the way back。 There was something in the cup； something shiny and yellow。 I blinked the blood from my eyes and saw it was one of the brass balls from the ring in the table base。 Sohrab had the slingshot pointed to Assef s face。
No more； Agha。 Please； he said； his voice husky and trembling。 Stop hurting him。
Assef s mouth moved wordlessly。 He began to say something； stopped。 What do you think you re you doing？ he finally said。
Please stop； Sohrab said； fresh tears pooling in his green eyes； mixing with mascara。
Put it down； Hazara； Assef hissed。 Put it down or what I m doing to him will be a gentle ear twisting pared to what I ll do to you。
The tears broke free。 Sohrab shook his head。 Please； Agha； he said。 Stop。
Put it down。
Don t hurt him anymore。
Put it down。
Please。
PUT IT DOWN！
PUT IT DOWN！ Assef let go of my throat。 Lunged at Sohrab。
The slingshot made a thwiiiiit sound when Sohrab released the cup。 Then Assef was screaming。 He put his hand where his left eye had been just a moment ago。 Blood oozed between his fingers。 Blood and something else； something white and gel…like。 That s called vitreous fluid； I thought with clarity。 I ve read that somewhere。 Vitreous fluid。
Assef rolled on the carpet。 Rolled side to side； shrieking； his hand still cupped over the bloody socket。
Let s go！ Sohrab said。 He took my hand。 Helped me to my feet。 Every inch of my battered body wailed with pain。 Behind us； Assef kept shrieking。
OUT！ GET IT OUT！ he screamed。
Teetering； I opened the door。 The guards eyes widened when they saw me and I wondered what I looked like。 My stomach hurt with each breath。 One of the guards said somethi