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This is not a Comprehensive List and probably never will be. But it is an attempt at recording those murders which are in some way similar to the Farm Murder style. See Urban Attacks.





Michelle lost her unborn baby in this attack.



Hafid died in a carjacking leaving his two beautful sons behind and a wife who loved him immensely.

This is what she had to say:

'My husband was hijacked and killed on Friday, 9th November 2001.  His name was Hafid.  He leaves behind two boys,  Sharif (4yrs 10mths) Ali 1yr 10mths. It has been 2yrs, and we think of him every single day.  We will NEVER forget him and we love and miss him dearly.' Diane El Messaoudi

She wrote this poem for him:


Whatever we were to each other, that we still are!
Call me by my old familiar name,
speak to me in the easy way which you always used.

Put no difference in your tone,
wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow,
laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes
we enjoyed together.

Let my name be ever the household word,
that it always was.
Whatever we were to each other, that we still are!
Let it be spoken without effect, without trace
of a shadow in it.

Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was; there is unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind, because I am not of sight.
I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very
near; just around the corner. 

All is well!

Diane,  I am honoured to display this dedication on this website.



Chris Nash, right, his son, Phillip,
and daughter, Genevieve,
attend the funeral of Julian Nash.
Photo: Mndeni Vilakazi, The Star






 
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