Stumbling through one quiet block after another with a gun to his back, Hassan cried silently out to God, “Isn’t anyone awake to help me?” But two hours before the morning call to prayer, Cairo still slept. Not that anyone would care, of course. An imam pushing a Christian through this place wouldn’t garner any sympathy for the victim. They would assume – as Hassan did just now – that he was on his way to a well-deserved execution.