The green grass in the small yard outside the house has turned yellow and died. The potted plants are also withered, after not being watered for a month. Eyad used to water them every day in the summer, but now there’s no one to tend to them. Rana, the bereaved mother, is binge-watching a clip of her son on her phone, standing in the garden holding a hose, a faint smile playing on his lips. His smile is bigger in another clip, in which he’s seen preparing fatteh – a dish of hummus with meat and pine nuts – for his parents. He’d learned to make it at the Elwyn El Quds special-needs center that he attended in Jerusalem’s Old City, not long before he was killed.