Before, Amir felt as though him being Pashtun was what made him worth more than everyone else, everyone else was inferior. Now that he has grown up and moved to America he realizes he has turned into the type of person that he had once thought so little of, now in the lense of American society. According to LA Times “The country's disastrous civil war in the early 1990s — a conflict that killed at least 100,000 people and helped set the stage for the Taliban's rise to power — reduced whole swaths of the capital to rubble, leaving scars on the landscape that reconstruction efforts have yet to erase”. This quote shows that Fremont is not Kabul. What they were accustomed to in the past they now have to forget and go along with the culture of America. They must do this to truly be distanced from their past. “I glanced at him across the table, his nails chipped and black with engine oil, his knuckles scraped, the smells of the gas station dust, sweat, and gasoline on his clothes. Baba was like the widower who remarries but can’t let go of his dead wife. He missed the sugarcane fields