This is not a portrait by Omar Amiralay. It is not a cross-section in the current Syrian society, nor a longitudinal section of the fate of generations over fifty years under the yoke of a single political system. It is not an intimate and free dialogue between two friends who carry in their hearts the ember of cinema and a passion for freedom. It is not a testimony to a son's love for his mother and his absolute belief in justice. It is a film that aspires to collect all this in something like a braid of hair for a beautiful Syrian girl.