A love story..between Yahya and Hadeel.. its echoes reverberated between Damascus and Jobar.. until the revolution broke out..it is the revolution, igniting love, and dressing it in a new garment..it is life.. with its sweetness and bitterness.. a revolution.. a revolution in souls.. and a revolution against what we are accustomed to..it is the orphan revolution that wakes up to life.. dreaming of a new day.. in which it will meet Yahya.. wearing the bride's dress.. celebrating its only love