The evening of April 2, 1968 began just like any other in Zeitoun, the sprawling suburb of Cairo. The hot, dusty streets were alive with the cacophony of horns, carts, and street peddlers making their way home through the dusky haze.
Farouk Atwaâ??a 31 year-old construction workerâ??had just completed his shift in a parking garage across from St. Maryâ??s Coptic Church, when he saw the woman in white robes perched on the basilicaâ??s main dome. â??Donâ??t do it, lady!â? he shouted, summoning curious onlookers, â??Donâ??t jump!â? The woman, who did not hear him, appeared to glide effortlessly over the smooth, sloping roof toward the churchâ??s cross, with her head bowed and hands folded in prayer.
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