He said it was an option； Soraya said。
We d talked at home about adoption。 Soraya was ambivalent at best。 I know it s silly and maybe vain； she said to me on the way to her parents house； but I can t help it。 I ve always dreamed that I d hold it in my arms and know my blood had fed it for nine months； that I d look in its eyes one day and be startled to see you or me； that the baby would grow up and have your smile or mine。 Without that。。。 Is that wrong？
No； I had said。
Am I being selfish？
No； Soraya。
Because if you really want to do it。。。
No； I said。 If we re going to do it； we shouldn t have any doubts at all about it； and we should both be in agreement。 It wouldn t be fair to the baby otherwise。
She rested her head on the window and said nothing else the rest of the way。
Now the general sat beside her。 Bachem； this adoption。。。 thing； I m not so sure it s for us Afghans。 Soraya looked at me tiredly and sighed。
For one thing； they grow up and want to know who their natural parents are； he said。 Nor can you blame them。 Sometimes； they leave the home in which you labored for years to provide for them so they can find the people who gave them life。 Blood is a powerful thing； bachem； never forget that。
I don t want to talk about this anymore； Soraya said。
I ll say one more thing； he said。 I could tell he was getting revved up； we were about to get one of the general s little speeches。 Take Amir jan； here。 We all knew his father； I know who his grandfather was in Kabul and his great…grandfather before him； I could sit here and trace generations of his ancestors for you if you asked。 That s why when his father……God give him peace……came khastegari； I didn t hesitate。 And believe me； his father wouldn t have agreed to ask for your hand if he didn t know whose descendant you were。 Blood is a powerful thing； bachem； and when you adopt； you don t know whose blood you re bringing into your house。
Now； if you were American； it wouldn t matter。 People here marry for love； family name and ancestry never even e into the equation。 They adopt that way too； as long as the baby is healthy； everyone is happy。 But we are Afghans； bachem。
Is the fish almost ready？ Soraya said。 General Taheri s eyes lingered on her。 He patted her knee。 Just be happy you have your health and a good husband。
What do you think； Amir jan？ Khala Jamila said。
I put my glass on the ledge； where a row of her potted geraniums were dripping water。 I think I agree with General Sahib。
Reassured； the general nodded and went back to the grill。
We all had our reasons for not adopting。 Soraya had hers； the general his； and I had this： that perhaps something； someone； somewhere； had decided to deny me fatherhood for the things I had done。 Maybe this was my punishment； and perhaps justly so。 It wasn t meant to be； Khala Jamila had said。 Or； maybe； it was meant not to be。
A FEW MONTHS LATER； we used the advance for my second novel and placed a down payment on a pretty； two…bedroom Victorian house in San Francisco s Bernal Heights。 It had a peaked roof； hardwood floors； and a tiny backyard which ended in a sun deck and a fire pit。 The general helped me refinish the deck and paint the walls。 Khala Jamila bemoaned us moving almost an hour away； especially since she thought Soraya needed all the love and support she could get……oblivious to the fact that her well…intended but overbearing sympathy was precisely what was driving Soraya to move。
SOMETIMES； SORAYA SLEEPING NEXT TO ME； I lay in bed and listened to the screen door swinging open and shut with the breeze； to the c