Malak stands in front of her brother's empty seat, she addresses him in the silence of a killer, as if his breath still fills the corners of the kitchen. The mother tastes the bitterness of loss as she remembers that Siraj has left, and the doctors failed to save a heart worn down by toxins. Outside, the father refuses to surrender to defeat, he writes his messages on bags of food and lines them up like soldiers waiting for the return of the absent. It is the tragedy of a Tunisian family; Siraj's light went out suddenly, and everyone wandered in the shadows of remorse and memories. This is a story of burned hope, and a house trying to rise from the ashes of the overdose tragedy.
