My take:

Al shaheed Mohammad alzakivi wasn't accustom to seeing a cross, never in his life had he seen something with such beauty, but as he found a picture on the ground, possibly dropped by American soldiers who’d invaded, he’d grown to love such a symbol of forgiveness. Growing up as a Muslim in a strict family was always something that was hard, it was known by many devotees of the faith that Christianity was that of folk tale, and of blasphemy.

The war in Syria had taken its toll over these many years and while he couldn't understand how his country had become a war zone, he greatly wished a resolution would come about.

Now all that was left was his house blown to bits, a torn picture of his wife, whom he loved dearly, until one day she’d been taken from him by an improvised explosive. Being in the dark was the norm. It was rare that electricity had been in place, so in his own time of need, he would take out an old flash light to look at his wife's picture while using his lighter to have a smoke.