In a forgotten camp, inside a caravan that bears no resemblance to the home they were displaced from, Aunt Rafeeqa lives with her husband, who is weakened by cancer. Their only provider is their patience. Every week, she takes him to the treatment center, but the cost of transportation and daily living has become an unbearable burden, and debts haunt her. At times, the elderly woman is forced to cancel her husband's treatment sessions—not because his illness has improved, but because poverty has become harsher than his pain. In the midst of this darkness, your hand could be the warmth of hope that dispels her loneliness and saves a life clinging to survival.