The tapestry showed a couple dancing under an almond tree. But half the tapestry was burned. The black thread wasn't just broken—it was charred into nothingness. The "love" story was a tragedy.

It was massive. Nine feet wide. And it was the most beautiful and terrible thing she had ever seen.

"The thread remembers what the mouth forgot. This is not their end. This is our beginning."

Shahd traveled to Damascus. In an old souk, she found a dusty shop. Behind a wall of pomegranate crates, hidden for forty years, was the actual tapestry from the film.