Written by Samet Faruque
Dear Reader,This is a short story that I wrote a few days ago. If you find a bit ofenlightenment reading this, I shall consider my work a profound success.
Wishing you all the Best,Samet, Yr 10, 2010. Australia.
t never rained in winter. But you would have loved the weather in Abu Dhabi.The sun would shine brightly, but without the intensity of summer. During such atime, the gardens of Samet·s Mansion would be like a lush paradise. Its likenesswas the Hanging Gardens of ancient Babylon, being a pearl in the midst of thearid desert, a wonder of the ancient world. During the day, men wearing longwhite robes would be working in the garden, perfecting it with picturesqueflowers, accumulated from all around the world. Women with veils would do allthe sweeping and dusting of the mansion. The entire scene was that of peace,serenity, and the song of birds.You may have thought that the master of the mansion was a jolly old man asbright and sanguine as the place. But you couldn·t have been more wrong.Samet was a billionaire, and he was out of ideas of what to do with his money.Samet had nothing to look forward to, nothing to make him want to live, and nopurpose in life. He was a lost, deserted being, lonesome in the wideness of theworld.What was the use of the gardens, luxuries, and all the splendours and grandeursof life? Nothing. What was the point of existence? Nothing. Why did manstruggle to get a better life, when there will always be problems? Life had lostit·s meaning for Samet, and he was terribly depressed.