On the potholed roadside, a small group of women were marching towards the graveyard in the village. They walked solemnly as if they were attending some ceremony. Leading the way are Takra, Emile, Yvonne, Efaf and said. They held pictures of their beloved men and walked under the scorching sun at noon. The men in the photo all died in a meaningless war, leaving only their families to live hard at home. Some women wear veils, while others carry wooden crosses. They are dressed in black, although they come from different regions, different families and different beliefs, but along the way, their common emotion is sadness. When they arrived at the gate of the graveyard, there was a dramatic scene: the women took the initiative to split into two piles, one of which was Muslim and the other was Christian. In this country ravaged by war, this small group of women put forward the banner of anti-war and practiced the anti-war thing. They are going through baptism from the outside to the inside. Fortunately, their beliefs were tested by skepticism, religion and opposition, and their friendship survived. However, when a tragic event occurs, will it still happen?