In front of the camera, a life, barely a new name, unaware that she came into a world that despises her. Despises her mother, father. Unaware of the heavy thing crushing her. That no one can hear her cry. That no one can save her from the heavy thing. Behind the camera, AnasAlSharif0, a native son of the land who risks his life every day to tell her story as he watched his friends get murdered by Israel, falling from his side day after day, knowing he may be next. There only crime is that they are were born Palestinian, born indigenous, belonging to a land and history that foreigners covet. These colonizers can never possess their roots, and so they kill them. It’s that simple. Colonial hatred. Jealousy. Blinding inhumanity.