Bakhita is a six-year-old little child who lives in a small village in the Khashm-El-Girba area in the State of Kassala, in eastern Sudan. She wakes up early in the morning to fetch water for her household. The nearest water source is 5.6km (3.5 miles) from her house. Her house consists of a trellis covered with cloth and cardboard based on the dry tree sticks.

Bakhita has three younger brothers. She does not go to school. Instead, after her morning journey fetching water, she goes panhandling in the outskirts of the village later in the afternoon, asking for food or money from passers-by. Her father is a day laborer. He goes to work very early in the morning and comes back at night with what he could earn from his day-work, whether a bit of money or some food. Sometimes he is absent from home for several days during the agriculture season to reap extra money.

As he walks by every day, Abdallah stands behind the bars of the school fence to watch children of his age, resounding the Sudanese national anthem; he repeats after them and greets the same homeland where he was denied education and deprived of having a home. He laments the life that strained his childhood. His little mind can not comprehend what the boys inside this building might be doing. He sees them play, so he thinks the school is a place to play; He does not know the paper and pen and what they write; he sends us a silent cry! The school uniform captures his heart, rendering him mired in the thought: I wish I were with them; I would have won a great victory!

And as students turn their backs on marching to classes, Abdallah turns his face to the street, embarking on a hope to get a living.