The death of Lo Hwei Yen was a shock to many Singaporeans and residents. Those of us who live here live in a land where crime is low and where most streets are safe.
However, the death of Hwei Yen was a shock. With a population of 4.5 million (and perhaps only 2.5-3million who are truly citizens), the chances of a Singaporean getting killed in a terrorist attack was unthinkable. Even when she was taken hostage, you wouldn't think that the terrorists would have killed a young beautiful lady in cold blood.
But kill they did, execution style, two shots, with one to the head.
Even more shocking was that I know the husband, Michael Puhaidran. We lived in the same hostel together as undergraduates for 3 years, in Raffles Hall. In fact, we were freshmans together, going through the same orientation programme.
Barely one and a half years married, and they had to part ways in a manner that was so sudden and tearful.
I feel angry at the terrorists, and like some of my friends who described it, think they should be stripped, flayed, boiled, spit roasted over an open fire, drawn and quartered and hung up to dry.
However that will not bring our loved ones back. The terrorists who did it have been killed. Like Jesus, I realize that "they know not what they do" and so we ask God for supernatural strength to forgive, something that must come from the Holy Spirit. But it's hard, so hard.