The title of Iranian director Sepideh Farsi’s documentary comes from a phrase spoken to her by the young Palestinian Fatima Hassouna during a phone call in the early days of the war in Gaza. Over the following months, she continued to speak with her, documenting the details of life in the Strip and the death and destruction endured by her family. The result of the conversations, live recordings, and photographs captured and sent by the 24-year-old Fatima is a deeply moving and honest documentary. Setting aside conventional cinematic aesthetics, it relies instead on raw visual material filmed through a mobile phone lens, bearing witness to unending scenes of ruin and death. From this, sorrow seeps into the documentary, and into the viewer, as the filmmaker’s conversations with Fatima grow longer so do the days of killing. The pain strikes hardest through her constant smile and spontaneity, through her hope to go on living her simple life among her family and community. As she moves from one place to another, fleeing death, she carries with her a quiet determination to endure, one that makes no claim to heroism. What’s most beautiful about Fatima is the way she speaks (in simple English), saying whatever comes to mind. She neither embellishes a scene nor softens an event, and that gives the documentary its raw, overflowing emotion. It is a candid portrayal of the destruction, as well as her determination to record its brutal details, with a sense of responsibility she takes upon herself. It is hard to believe someone so young can endure all that surrounds her, facing it with awareness and resolve, as if to ensure it becomes part of a history that must not be erased. The film’s selection at the Cannes Film Festival offered her the chance to attend with the crew, but the blockade prevented her. After the screening, she would not remain in contact with the director for long—death found her before she could speak again.Kais Kasim