He lends the house to several people who volunteer in various capacities, helping the people of Kabul. When Suleiman dies, Nabi inherits the house and property from Suleiman but the wealth is more than he needs. Actually, he lives for many years and Nabi cares for him.

When Suleiman has a devastating stroke, Pari and Nila move to Paris and Pari is told her father has died. Pari eventually comes to believe the Wahdatis are her biological parents. Abdullah and Pari are very close and they are heartbroken at the separation. His name is Nabi and he works for the Wahdatis. The adoption is coordinated by the brother of Pari's stepmother. Saboor has agreed to sell Pari to Nila and Suleiman Wahdati, a wealthy couple who are unable to have children of their own.

Saboor is unable to buy the necessities for his family and one child has already died because of the brutal winter without adequate heat in the house. The family arrives in Kabul and the reader learns the purpose behind Saboor's story. The father chooses to leave the child, believing that's the best thing for the child though the father is heartbroken. There, he discovers the child is happy and healthy but he has to decide whether to retrieve the child, pulling him back into a life of hardship, or leave him to live his happy life apart from his family. The father, driven by grief, goes to the monster's lair to fight the beast. The father draws names to decide which child will be sacrificed and the monster takes that child. If the family refuses, the monster will take all the children. He tells them the story of a monster who demands that a family give up one of their children. As for children, though I had always liked them I had never felt a tug of paternal impulse in myself.Abdullah and his sister, Pari, are traveling to the neighboring town of Kabul with their father, Saboor. The physical urges I had as a man-and I still had them, of course, though less frequent and less pressing now that I was older-could still be managed, as I explained earlier.

I had comfort, and companionship, and a home where I was always welcomed, loved, and needed. But the fact is, I looked at my life and realized I already had what people sought in marriage. Markos, only that I was staying for me now. I cannot tell you when or how the change occurred, Mr. But slowly, imperceptibly, my reasons for staying changed. I had run once before from someone who needed me, and the remorse I still feel I will take with me to the grave. I had stayed initially because Suleiman needed me, because he was wholly dependent on me. I said nothing even though he had it wrong.

And the mountains echoed book