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. Behind him hurried groups of people; one man was shouting, and the others repeated, "There is no god but God and the martyr is favoured by God."
طالعتها وجوه أصدقائه وأقاربه ورفاق دربه يحملونه على أكتافهم، مكفناً بعلم كتائب القسام الأبيض، تماماً كما أراد دائما، وورائه هرولت جماعات من الناس يهتف أحدهم ويردد الآخرين "لا إله إلا الله والشهيد حبيب الله" وحين اقترب الجمع من الباب، وأدخل النعش، دفعت سوزان من حولها وشقت طريقها بلهفة لتجد النعش قد وُضع على طاولة تتوسط غرفة المعيشة.