In a low voice and with a weak body, Ahmed calls out to no one: Daddy... Daddy... The call is repeated over and over and over again, without the child, whose face is tattooed with wounds, knowing that he is the only survivor of the morning raid, while his father, mother, and all of his family members have perished under the rubble.

Ahmed sits, his thin, trembling body, on the hospital bed in Kamal Adwan Hospital, swatting flies away from his face. Hours ago, he lit his fifth candle with tears, pain, and groans, which have kept him awake since he was pulled out, and thirst and hunger have taken their toll on him under the rubble of his home.

Next to Ahmed, a mother throws her body on her heart and the depths of her soul, who has just died in her hands, after the medicine ran out in the hospital surrounded by tanks, which suffers from a shortage of water, medicine and food, as its director announced a few days ago, launching a distress call to save the patients; with every minute that passes, the wounded are added to the list of martyrs.

In a scene opposite, filled with terror and horror that breaks hearts and shakes souls to the core, thousands of children who have been separated from their parents are led into a deep hole, before their mothers join them, while their fathers are led, half-naked, blindfolded, and handcuffed, into open trucks.

In the pit, the victims watched the crawling beasts roar around them, simulating scenes of being trampled, before the terrifying maneuver stopped amidst the screams of the children and the wailing of the mothers. The women were allowed to leave, while the perpetrators threw the children at the mothers randomly, and they were ordered to quickly leave, without looking back. The mothers began their long and burning journey in search of their children with other mothers...

Stop the war of extermination now...!