The movie takes us on a short trip inside the world of Microbus drivers of Cairo ..and we see what they face through the day with their cigarettes .. their songs, and their dreams.

a poetic glimpse into an inevitable faith waiting to eventually become everyone’s fear

An intimate 'poetic' that goes back to the roots of a filmmaker's identity and the quest and drawbacks associated with it.

I’m trying to find an answer, a way to make sense of it, but always in vain. I didn’t make this to shame you, or to laugh, or to point fingers — only to understand you. With every glimmer of hope, we fall right back to the beginning. Maybe this is really the reality we both have to accept?