“But all I heard – all I willed myself to hear was the thudding of blood in my head. All I saw was the blue kite. All I smelled was victory. Salvation. Redemption. If Baba was wrong and there was a God like they said in school, then He’d let me win. I didn’t know what the other guy was paying for, maybe just bragging rights. But this was my one chance to become someone who was looked at, not seen, listened to, not heard. If here was a God, He’d guide the winds, let them blow for me so that, with a tug of my string, I’d cut loose my pain, my longing. I’d endured too much, come too far. And suddenly, just like that, hope became knowledge. I was going to win. It was just a matter of when.”
Yes, I’d endured too much, come too far. I am waiting for the day I would win. The day when hope became knowledge.
Source : page 33, e-book titled “Kite Runner” by Khalid Hosseini.