After the bloodshed, comes the grief.
A man weeps as he surveys row upon row of corpses. Some are completely burned. "They are all my brothers," he cries.
Nearby, men methodically break apart blocks of ice in two caskets inside this Cairo mosque. They then place them under the bodies to stop them from decomposing.
But still the sickly sweet smell of death hangs in the air.
Volunteers burn incense and spray air freshener to mask it, but that only adds to the stifling atmosphere.