Mahmoud recognized his moms voice, she was shouting for help. She was fighting to lift something out of the water. It was Hana, Mahmoud's baby sister. Mahmoud swam to his mother. Hana was crying, she was s alive. it was all Mahmoud's mother could do to keep the baby and her own face above the relentless water. One or the other of them was going to drown. Mahmoud and his father swam towards Hanna and his mom and helped them stay afloat.
They were lost in the Mediterranean sea in the middle of the night. There dinghy sunk. They came together in the water, all of them helping each other stay afloat. other families and groups did the same, but eventually the little groups drifted apart from each other, none of them knowing which way they were supposed to go. All they could was stay on top of the next wave, the next wave, the next wave. Mahmoud thought he heard a drone, in Syria that would have him ducking for cover but now he's in the middle of the sea. Out of the darkness a dinghy full of people was coming at them.
As the dinghy came closer, it didn't slow down. They weren't going to stop! Mahmoud father lunges to grab a hold of the dinghy but he missed and disappeared in the darkness. Mahmoud grabs the front of the dinghy as his mother grabs a hold of him and his sister. They were making the boat flip, the people wouldn't let them on as there is no room but there is room for a baby. Mahmoud's hands over Hana to one of the women on the boat, they promised to take care of here and call the coastguard for them. someone finally managed to remove Mahmoud's hand which was gripping the dinghy which caused Mahmoud and his mom to fall back in the water.