His left leg is trapped, the broken beam pushes hard against his splintered bone. The blast has affected his hearing and he lies among the ruins of his home savoring the silence.
For days the noise had been relentless; there was relief when the bomb hit.
If he turns slightly, a shard of filtered light will show him that his family is dead, but there is no need to look, he knows this already in his heart.
So he lies quietly, shattered and broken, in the dust and destruction of his home, praying for death to arrive before the rescuers.