Farewell

Nesrin let out a small sigh as she heartily gulped the warm water under a scorching sun. Her limbs were aching from all the work she did, and it began to make her doubt her decision to stay.

Perhaps she should just leave.

The large fields ended where the small cottage began. Though it was part of the village, Nesrin had never seen any other human nearby. All she saw were distant small shadows of houses.

Those fields were too big and had created a large gap between the cottage and  civilization.

Nesrin noticed a man in torn robes standing in front of the cottage and Macbeth. He looked shabby but he has a well muscular built.

The peasant brought his hands together in pleading.

"Please, you have so much! My family has been starving for three days, we can not even afford food... please... please help us."