My novel, The Kite Runner, regards the way Afghanistan once was, before the Soviet Union invaded, and how the country changed forever afterwards. Before the harsh winter of December 1979, the economy in Afghanistan was flourishing. In the 1930s, Afghanistan advanced and embarked on an economic development program. They founded banks, expanded primary, secondary, and technical schooling, instituted a university, and pushed students toward a good academic future. With these new progresses, a large population to fulfill jobs of all sorts and a strong country-wide work ethic, Afghan-Shia families of all social classes were thriving. Unfortunately, this prosper did not go for Hazara’s. All Hazara people could do is simply stand by helplessly and pray they would be taken under the wing of a considerate Shia family; like Hasan and Ali had been with Amir and Baba. Since the Shia were blooming, someone had to pay the price. When one takes so much, there will be less for another. However, the invasion disrupted their economic patterns. With loss of labour and a disturbance in trade and transport, Afghanistan was struggling to keep their once stable economy standing.
Another connection I found between my novel and economic systems was how contrastive the economy as a whole was for Amir and his father when they moved to America. Although it has not yet been established in the novel, I assume that the economy there was not as market as the United State’s market economy. In America Baba had neither the financial leverage nor the social stature he once had back in Afghanistan. For Amir’s birthday every year, back in Afghanistan, he would receive mountains and mountains of gifts he looked at once and did not give a second glance at. Ever since they moved to California, Amir treasures even the smallest of things, like the hot cup of coffee that kissed his lips every sunday afternoon at the market.