A blurred vision of hugging his 3-year-old son as he was leaving the house to fight Israel popped into his head. He saw the boy smiling as he waved, and he assumed the smile was a good omen for a victorious return. But he could not fathom his wife's facial expression. Blurred.

"His health is showing a fantastic improvement, finally!" a thrilled, masculine voice said. The headache intensified as the image in his head became one of sneaking with his fellows close to an Israeli artillery gun and then directly clashing with the soldiers there. He saw it vividly; he killed one, and then fell unconscious.

Hours later, he could slowly open his eyes and vaguely see white, bright lights and hear camera shutters. He heard overlapping voices and then recognized the same thrilled voice. He tried to focus more. He could barely hear fragments of sentences from the voice, saying, "After… he is back to life. Ten months of unconsciousness… we're thankful he can go home in two months…"

Two months later, the resistance fighter could stand up again. Only then did he understand the victorious smile on his son’s face in his vision, if that’s what it was. But he could not understand why it was blurred until he learned the truth: While he had been fighting the Israeli intruders, the soldiers had destroyed his home. His wife lived, but his son's body was never found.

An eye for an eye?