g him a little。
When I was in fifth grade； we had a mullah who taught us about Islam。 His name was Mullah Fatiullah Khan； a short； stubby man with a face full of acne scars and a gruff voice。 He lectured us about the virtues of _zakat_ and the duty of _hadj_； he taught us the intricacies of performing the five daily _namaz_ prayers； and made us memorize verses from the Koran……and though he never translated the words for us； he did stress； sometimes with the help of a stripped willow branch； that we had to pronounce the Arabic words correctly so God would hear us better。 He told us one day that Islam considered drinking a terrible sin； those who drank would answer for their sin on the day of _Qiyamat_； Judgment Day。 In those days； drinking was fairly mon in Kabul。 No one gave you a public lashing for it； but those Afghans who did drink did so in private； out of respect。 People bought their scotch as medicine in brown paper
bags from selected pharmacies。 They would leave with the bag tucked out of sight； sometimes drawing furtive； disapproving glances from those who knew about the store s reputation for such transactions。
We were upstairs in Baba s study； the smoking room； when I told him what Mullah Fatiullah Khan had taught us in class。 Baba was pouring himself a whiskey from the bar he had built in the corner of the room。 He listened； nodded； took a sip from his drink。 Then he lowered himself into the leather sofa； put down his drink； and propped me up on his lap。 I felt as if I were sitting on a pair of tree trunks。 He took a deep breath and exhaled through his nose； the air hissing through his mustache for what seemed an eternity I couldn t decide whether I wanted to hug him or leap from his lap in mortal fear。
I see you ve confused what you re learning in school with actual education； he said in his thick voice。
But if what he said is true then does it make you a sinner； Baba？
Hmm。 Baba crushed an ice cube between his teeth。 Do you want to know what your father thinks about sin？
Yes。
Then I ll tell you； Baba said； but first understand this and understand it now； Amir： You ll never learn anything of value from those bearded idiots。
You mean Mullah Fatiullah Khan？
Baba gestured with his glass。 The ice clinked。 I mean all of them。 Piss on the beards of all those self…righteous monkeys。
I began to giggle。 The image of Baba pissing on the beard of any monkey； self…righteous or otherwise； was too much。
They do nothing but thumb their prayer beads and recite a book written in a tongue they don t even understand。 He took a sip。 God help us all if Afghanistan ever falls into their hands。
But Mullah Fatiullah Khan seems nice； I managed between bursts of tittering。
So did Genghis Khan； Baba said。 But enough about that。 You asked about sin and I want to tell you。 Are you listening？
Yes； I said； pressing my lips together。 But a chortle escaped through my nose and made a snorting sound。 That got me giggling again。
Baba s stony eyes bore into mine and； just like that； I wasn t laughing anymore。 I mean to speak to you man to man。 Do you think you can handle that for once？
Yes； Baba jan； I muttered； marveling； not for the first time； at how badly Baba could sting me with so few words。 We d had a fleeting good moment……it wasn t often Baba talked to me； let alone on his lap……and I d been a fool to waste it。
Good； Baba said； but his eyes wondered。 Now； no matter what the mullah teaches； there is only one sin； only one。 And that is theft。 Every other sin is a variation of theft。 Do you understand that？
No； Baba jan； I said