In a small corner of this world.. where life is not as children dream.. the child Moataz lives.. he is only eight years old.. but he carries in his little heart what many adults cannot bear.. Moataz lives with his large family.. consisting of ten people.. in a humble tent full of him. Worries are more than filled with things there.. where the space is narrow.. but the dreams are wide.. and where the walls preserve the moan of need.. and you know very well the sound of silence when the parents are unable to provide the simplest requirements of life every morning Moataz wakes up to his mother's voice as she tries to look strong in front of Her children.. She hides her anxiety with a tired smile.. She hides her tears as she thinks about how I will feed them today. He was hearing his father at night, praying to God in a faint voice.. He asked him for relief and mercy.. After life burdened him with what was unbearable, he was Moataz. He watches all this with his little eyes..and understands more than he should. A child of his age understands him. He did not ask much.. because he knew that his parents were silently in pain. He was only approaching his mother.. He hugged her with his little arms.. He says, "Don't cry, Mom.. When I grow up, I will work and buy you a beautiful house.. and you will never be sad. His mother was crying more after these words.. not weakness.. but because her little boy was deprived of his childhood early. Luxury.. Not with modern devices like the rest of the children. All he wishes are very simple things for him and his brothers to eat until they are full, to sleep without fear of tomorrow, to go to school with a new bag and clean notebooks, and to see the real smile on the face of his parents one day.. He came back from outside after seeing children playing and playing, so he asked his mother in a broken voice, my mother.. Will there come a day when we will live like them? Will I be like the rest of the children? She didn't know what to say, she was satisfied with her hold to her chest.. She hid her tears so that he would not see her and at night.. When everyone fell asleep.. Moataz was opening the small window.. He looked at the sky. Something for myself..just help my father and mother, feed my brothers, and make us happy, even for one day an eight-year-old child, he should have thought of playing, laughing and beautiful stories, but instead he carried an entire family, and called them as if A man who is exhausted by life, this is not just a word, this is a story of Moataz.. the child who grew up before his time, and is still waiting for a merciful heart that he feels and his family, and extends a helping hand to them.. to know that this world is still good.. and that his little prayer has not gone In vain