Fundamentalists do not love life. For them, it means estrangement from God and from heavenly paradise with its rivers of milk (the taste of which never changes), its rivers of wine, its delights and its virgins. Life is the result of disorder and this disorder is the work of artists… Combining rare archives and artists’ accounts, and exposing fundamentalists’ hatred of artists, When Arabs Danced retraces Muslim-Arab artists’ thorny path in this century of Islamic fascism.