Baba's decision to leave their hometown of Kabul and immigrate to America was his greatest sacrifice for Amir. In order to give Amir a second chance at life, Baba left his home country and lucrative business behind to immigrate to the United States. In America, Baba struggles to assimilate and...
Baba's decision to leave their hometown of Kabul and immigrate to America was his greatest sacrifice for Amir. In order to give Amir a second chance at life, Baba left his home country and lucrative business behind to immigrate to the United States. In America, Baba struggles to assimilate and provides for his son by working long days at a service station. In chapter 11, Baba tells Amir that it is not so bad living in America, and Amir says,
"I reached across the table and put my hand on his. My student hand, clean and soft, on his laborer's hand, grubby and calloused. I thought of all the trucks, train sets, and bikes he'd bought me in Kabul. Now America. One last gift for Amir" (Hosseini, 145).
When Amir graduates high school, Baba presents him with a graduation gift by giving him the keys to a used Ford Grand Torino. Given Baba's low wage and difficult job, he sacrificed his time and money to save up enough to purchase a car for Amir. Amir is very grateful for the gift and says,
"I wanted to say more, tell him how touched I was by his act of kindness, how much I appreciated all that he had done for me, all that he was still doing. But I knew I'd embarrass him" (Hosseini, 148).
In chapter 13, Baba is diagnosed with cancer and refuses to receive treatment. Before he dies, Amir asks his father for one last favor. Despite being deathly ill and fatigued, Baba agrees to visit General Taheri and formally asks if Amir can marry Soraya. It was very important for both families to follow the traditional Afghan marriage customs, which is why it was necessary for Baba to formally ask if his son could marry Soraya. Amir writes,
"Baba wet his hair and combed it back. I helped him into a clean white shirt and knotted his tie for him, noting the two inches of empty space between the collar button and Baba's neck. I thought of all the empty spaces Baba would leave behind when he was gone, and I made myself think of something else. He wasn't gone. Not yet. And this was a day for good thoughts. The jacket of his brown suit, the one he'd worn to my graduation, hung over him—too much of Baba had melted away to fill it anymore. I had to roll up the sleeves" (Hosseini, 179).