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          under the watchful eye of the UN, began the process that might
          someday end over twenty years of unhappiness in their  watan.
          Hamid Karzai’s caracul hat and green chapan became famous.
              Sohrab sleepwalked through it all.
              Soraya and I became involved in Afghan projects, as much out
          of a sense of civil duty as the need for something—anything—to
          fill the silence upstairs, the silence that sucked everything in like
          a black hole. I had never been the active type before, but when a
          man named Kabir, a former Afghan ambassador to Sofia, called
          and asked if I wanted to help him with a hospital project, I said
          yes. The small hospital had stood near the Afghan-Pakistani bor-
          der and had a small surgical unit that treated Afghan refugees
          with land mine injuries. But it had closed down due to a lack of
          funds. I became the project manager, Soraya my comanager. I
          spent most of my days in the study, e-mailing people around the
          world, applying for grants, organizing fund-raising events.  And
          telling myself that bringing Sohrab here had been the right thing
          to do.
              The year ended with Soraya and me on the couch, blanket
          spread over our legs, watching Dick Clark on TV. People cheered
          and kissed when the silver ball dropped, and confetti whitened
          the screen. In our house, the new year began much the same way
          the last one had ended. In silence.


          Then, four days ago, on a cool rainy day in March 2002,
          a small, wondrous thing happened.
              I took Soraya, Khala Jamila, and Sohrab to a gathering of
          Afghans at Lake Elizabeth Park in Fremont. The general had
          finally been summoned to Afghanistan the month before for a
          ministry position, and had flown there two weeks earlier—he had
          left behind his gray suit and pocket watch. The plan was for Khala
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