I’m looking out the window right now and I see people walk by and I see trees swaying gently in the breeze and I see people laughing and I see people talking on the phone and I see people just living their lives oblivious to the horror of what has just occurred.

Because today the world was destroyed and all the good in it was sucked out into the vacuum of despair.

A flicker of light and hope went out and we should all be in mourning.

Because, yesterday in Israel, an Arab terrorist decided to fight for his people by murdering someone — anyone.  So he broke into a house in a small town called Otniel, with his blackened heart set on murder.  And there he found a lady named Dafna, who he attacked, while her children were nearby.

Dafna, a small and short woman, wrested with the monster as he lunged towards her. And she fought and struggled for her life, for her children, for her family. But the battle was lost and she succumbed to the might of the murderer, but not before the time taken during the struggle had caused the terrorist to flee, rather than continue his murderous rampage against the innocent children nearby.

In the final moments of her life, she ended up saving other lives.

And so Dafna lay lifeless, while the world continued to breathe. She lay lifeless while the demon who murdered her fled, desperate to cling to his life.  But while Dafna departed from our world far too soon, a part of her will always remain here. Because her spirit, which cannot be murdered and cannot be taken and cannot be destroyed, remains on earth touching the lives of more people than we can ever imagine.

Dafna was a nurse — who partly dealt in fertility to help bring life into this world.  She was a mother — both of her own children and the foster mother of two more.  She was described as a “happy woman, joyful, optimistic, driven, responsible, loving.”  Everyone in her community knew that if they were in pain, they could call on her at any time of any day.

She was someone who had dedicated her life to helping those who could not always help themselves.  In a world of too much selfishness, she was a selfless person.  In a world focused on ourselves, she was focused on others.  In a world where we sometimes think what we can get out of it, she thought only of what she can put into it.

In her short time on earth, she contributed more to making this flawed planet we live on better than any of those soulless politicians and officials and international groups who will simply label her as another ‘settler’ who died.

Life will continue as it always does, and the world will keep on turning as the laws of gravity dictate. But Dafna will not be forgotten, relegated to just another statistic in a region of too many statistics. Her essence will live on, to be found in every rock and every tree and every hill and every heart of her people and her land.

About the Author
Justin Amler is a South African born, Melbourne based writer who has lived in South Africa, New Zealand and Australia.