It is now 13 years since the assassination of
Prime Minister Yitzhak Rabin on November 4, 1995
Three shots and it's all over -
Now one talks about him in the past tense.
Suddenly the present becomes the past.
And the past is only a memory.
We are standing, crying.
We want to believe it never happened,
That it is all a nightmare.
And when we wake up the next morning - it will not be so.
Instead, we wake up to a warped reality,
Where pain is laced with hate.
We cannot digest the enormity of this loss,
And we cannot comprehend its severity...
-- Bat-Chen Shahak
The author was 13 years old when she wrote the poem, shortly after the assassination of Prime Minister Yitzhak Rabin. Tragically, the author herself was killed in a terrorist bombing at Dizengoff Center in Tel-Aviv on March 4, 1996.