While breaking all rules of poverty and traditions in her little community, Fawzia doesn't realize that she, with her unique suite, paves a path for resistance and victory to the life that she chose.
She doesn't accept less than a happiness that she pulls out of the death claws and the gloominess, in a society that ignores her type and marginalizes them all in complete soul emptiness.
Fawzia embraces the secret recipe for transients that we see every day and we pass by them without glimpsing in their eyes, exhausted facial features, and in their ability to laugh bitterly in irony's face, this persistence to cling to the deceitful hope of a better life. A life that they don't wait for anyone else to give.