Two-year-old Adli Asaliya, now an orphan, clings to memories of his father, whom he adored deeply—especially after losing his mother just months before. At an age when he most needed maternal tenderness, life dealt him a cruel blow.

Every morning, Adli would wrap his tiny arms around his father’s neck, giggling as he was lifted high into the air and caught again, his father’s smile radiating love. These moments of joy were a daily ritual before his father left for work at the barbershop.

Now, in a classroom-turned-shelter after their home was destroyed by Israeli bombardment, Adli waits. His anxious eyes fixate on the door, hoping it will open and his father will appear to scoop him up and carry him away from the heavy silence. But the door never opens, and his father never returns.
Adli’s parents had waited four long years to welcome him into their lives, enduring fertility treatments to

make their dream come true. Now, the little boy they cherished has been left alone, entrusted to the care of his grandmother, who bears the weight of his loss.

Adli’s young heart silently wonders: Where have my mother and father gone? Why have they left me alone? His grandmother will tell him they’ve gone to heaven, assuring him it was beyond their control—it was their fate.