Harrowing and desperate, this is the human face of the Arab Spring in Egypt. Two lovers throw themselves into the revolution but hope soon turns to ashes. Can they carry on regardless? This story will break your heart but you won't be able to turn away.
The boy doesn't move and she doesn't know his name. The boy doesn't move. Of course he doesn't move. He's never going to move again. Did you tie the tourniquet tight enough? Should you have left your mother to her work? Did you cost him a crucial second? Did you take the reins before you were ready? His hand doesn't move. His hand will never move again. Could one second, one breath more blood have made the difference?