Ibrahim is only nine years old, and already his skin is stained black with motor oil. His untrimmed nails carry the grime of the endless laborious hours he works.
Vast kilometers away from his family, who reside in al-Mahalla al-Gharbia, Ibrahim battles fatigue to leave his bed at seven am in Cairo. But Ibrahim isn’t like your average little boy, packing a superhero-adorned pencil case and impatiently waiting for the yellow school bus to…