You re preaching to the choir； Amir； he said。 But the fact is； take current immigration laws； adoption agency policies； and the political situation in Afghanistan； and the deck is stacked against you。
I don t get it； I said。 I wanted to hit something。 I mean； I get it but I don t get it。
Omar nodded； his brow furrowed。 Well； it s like this。 In the aftermath of a disaster； whether it be natural or man…made……and the Taliban are a disaster； Amir； believe me……it s always difficult to ascertain that a child is an orphan。 Kids get displaced in refugee camps； or parents just abandon them because they can t take care of them。 Happens all the time。 So the INS won t grant a visa unless it s clear the child meets the definition of an eligible orphan。 I m sorry； I know it sounds ridiculous； but you need death certificates。
You ve been to Afghanistan； I said。 You know how improbable that is。
I know； he said。 But let s suppose it s clear that the child has no surviving parent。 Even then； the INS thinks it s good adoption practice to place the child with someone in his own country so his heritage can be preserved。
What heritage？ I said。 The Taliban have destroyed what heritage Afghans had。 You saw what they did to the giant Buddhas in Bamiyan。
I m sorry； I m telling you how the INS works； Amir； Omar said； touching my arm。 He glanced at Sohrab and smiled。 Turned back to me。 Now； a child has to be legally adopted according to the laws and regulations of his own country。 But when you have a country in turmoil； say a country like Afghanistan； government offices are busy with emergencies； and processing adoptions won t be a top priority。
I sighed and rubbed my eyes。 A pounding headache was settling in just behind them。
But let s suppose that somehow Afghanistan gets its act together； Omar said； crossing his arms on his protruding belly。 It still may not permit this adoption。 In fact； even the more moderate Muslim nations are hesitant with adoptions because in many of those countries； Islamic law； Shari a； doesn t recognize adoption。
You re telling me to give it up？ I asked； pressing my palm to my forehead。
I grew up in the U。S。； Amir。 If America taught me anything； it s that quitting is right up there with pissing in the Girl Scouts lemonade jar。 But； as your lawyer； I have to give you the facts； he said。 Finally； adoption agencies routinely send staff members to evaluate the child s milieu； and no reasonable agency is going to send an agent to Afghanistan。
I looked at Sohrab sitting on the bed； watching TV； watching us。 He was sitting the way his father used to； chin resting on one knee。
I m his half uncle； does that count for anything？
It does if you can prove it。 I m sorry； do you have any papers or anyone who can support you？
No papers； I said； in a tired voice。 No one knew about it。 Sohrab didn t know until I told him； and I myself didn t find out until recently。 The only other person who knows is gone； maybe dead。
What are my options； Omar？
I ll be frank。 You don t have a lot of them。
Well； Jesus； what can I do？
Omar breathed in； tapped his chin with the pen； let his breath out。 You could still file an orphan petition； hope for the best。 You could do an independent adoption。 That means you d have to live with Sohrab here in Pakistan； day in and day out； for the next two years。 You could seek asylum on his behalf。 That s a lengthy process and you d have to prove political persecution。 You could request a humanitarian visa。 That s at the discretion of the attorney general and it s not easily given。 He paused。 The