Hamida sits in the corner of her tent, holding her only child, trying to hide the trembling of her breath from him. But the cold is stronger, and the hunger more relentless. Since her husband’s passing, she has been trying to piece together a life that collapsed unexpectedly. After the fall of the regime, her husband returned to inspect their home after years of displacement, only to find it reduced to rubble. There, among the cold stones and the remnants of memories, something inside him broke. His weary heart could not bear it, and he passed away without a farewell, without one last glance at his family. Today, Hamida stands alone against the harshness of life, without a provider and in urgent need of financial support to sustain herself and her child.