What hurts Nidal the most is not his own exhaustion, but his helplessness as a young father watching his little girl suffer and being unable to save her. He works as a day laborer for a very low wage, and every single day he faces a brutal choice: buy food so they can eat, or buy the medicine that eases his child’s pain. He returned from abroad only to be shocked by the sight of his home in ruins. Now he lives with his wife and daughter in a cramped room inside his uncle’s house — no privacy, no stability, no sense of a real home. In the middle of this harsh reality, Nidal has only one dream left: to see his daughter free from pain. This is not just a story of poverty. It is the cry of a broken father asking for a merciful hand to reach his little girl before her pain grows with her.