Sabri draws wherever she can. On the floor of the hut with rough chalk, or with her one and only pencil on paper from old notebooks. She draws her world – the sun coming up from behind the hills, the chicken, the goats... Then one day in school she sees long colour pencils, and paint that comes out of bottles. After that it isn't enough for her to draw – she longs to fill the pictures with colour. While the poignancy of Sabri's yearning tugs at the heart, her spirit and determination to get what is out of her reach is powerfully inspiring.