When we discuss the nursery founded by Tema, we cannot but associate it with her child, Karim, and her motherhood.

This place offered her comfort during hard times when she was deprived of her child for two years. Whenever Tema missed her son, she hugged a child there, with heavy pain in her heart.

What if we could embrace our childhood? Would we alleviate the injustice and loneliness? This cold house requires warmth, while we did not have the supplies to provide that warmth.

The alley, where we grew up, was fraught with difficulties, and we named it “hope” versus our fear, as if we we’re saying “we are here.”

“If you ask me about the light, I tell you it's inside me and greater than the darkness outside. I was born without the ability to see light, but I planted the light inside of me”

Between peace and violence, Tema describes to us the transition phase she is going through; she throws behind her back the abuse of her “kafeel”, the abuse of her ex-husband, and all the racism and discrimination she has to endure on a daily basis. She looks forward to hearing the children laughing and playing, and she shares with us the project she started after gaining her independence.