Meaning of Life// By Zohaib Ahmed
It was a snowy night. His hands were trembling while cutting the branches. He had to come a long way to find the birch trees. There were pine trees all around. Oh, the lovely pine trees. He just can’t use pine trees for burning because they produce a lot of smoke and he doesn’t want to suffocate. The darkness was spreading as the sunset. He hurries to collect enough wood for the night. His horse shakes his head, in order to ring the bell that was around his neck. It was as if he was asking to hurry up. It was a legit concern as the snowy breeze was getting inside his woolen clothes and sending chills up his spine. It was almost dark when he reached his house. It was a beautiful cottage. The house was situated on a hilltop. The house was made of wood however at certain places; there was the use of brick pillars. There was moss decorating several areas of the house. He crossed the front yard of the house. As it was a steep place, he has converted this area into a garden where he us...