My name is Malka Chana Roth. I am 15 years old. I was born in Melbourne, Australia in 1985. I lived there with my mother Frimet, my father Arnold and my three brothers. We made aliyah to Israel when I was just three years old and now live in Jerusalem, where all three of my sisters were born!
I love to write, to sing and to play the flute. I’ve been practicing for years and everyone says I’m quite accomplished. But I also spend a lot of time helping my mother with my little sister Haya-Elisheva who is disabled. This has inspired me to volunteer with other children in need and last month I worked as a counselor with handicapped teenagers at an Etgarim camp. My father says I am “a powerfully, unstoppably, optimistic 15 year old,” and that my “love and affection” for everyone, even strangers, “is inspirational and infectious.”
On August 9, 2001, I was on my way to Talpiot with my best friend Michal Raziel when we decided to stop for lunch at the Sbarros Pizzeria around two o’clock in the afternoon. At the same time, Palestinian terrorist Izz al-Din Shuheil al-Masri, a 22 year old from a well-off family in the West Bank village of Aqaba, walked into the restaurant with a guitar case. It was packed with explosives along with nails, nuts and bolts to ensure maximum casualties. The detonation sent shrapnel flying in all directions.
Michal and I were killed along 13 others. 130 people, most of them women and children, were injured. (One of the young mothers has never regained consciousness.) My cell phone and it’s holder, which were returned to my parents a week later by the police, had nails that were impacted into them from the bomb. On my phone’s mouthpiece, there was a handwritten note I had written as a reminder to myself. It read: “ Don’t speak ill of others.”
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