Her sister clarified, "No, no… I swear they said he is just as he was…just that...the rocket hit his head…Sister, his face has no features…Everything is whole apart from his head…I mean…Keep another, better memory of him…He certainly would not have wanted you to see him like this." She looked round at all their weeping faces with a vacant expression, and mumbled in an exhausted voice, "I entrusted him to God…God would not let this be in vain…" She looked again at the street which had finally started to move…She looked at the faces of his friends and relatives and comrades carrying him on their shoulders, wrapped in the white flag of the Qassam Brigades, exactly as he had always wanted.