FULL STATEMENT: Court hears from Sadia's grief-stricken mother

Earlier, State prosecutor Calvin Singh read out a victim impact statement from Sadia's mom, Lorraine Sukhraj. 

This is after the Durban High Court found Sbonelo Mkhize guilty of Sadia’s murder yesterday. 

Lorraine Sukhraj cried as Singh read out her victim impact statement in court. In her statement, Sukhraj says she has constant flashbacks of the day when she says a part of her as a mother died. 

She says the flashblacks on some days are so overwhelming that she feels like she cannot breathe. 

Sukhraj says not one day goes by where she doesn't think of Sadia and cry for her. 

Sadia's school bag has not been opened and her bedroom is still the same. She says the family cannot bring themselves to part with anything. 

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The statement continued to say that they will never get to see Sadia pass matric, graduate from university, get married or have children of her own.

Read Lorraine Sukhraj's full victim impact statement below:

How do I as a mother even begin to explain the loss of my little girl? 

There is nothing that I can say to explain the great joy that she brought into the lives of the people that she met. Into our lives as her parents and into mine as her mother. I carried my little angel for 9 months. I had a wonderful pregnancy and was truly blessed by God with the most amazing daughter. It is only by the grace of God that I have made it this far. Our family stands strong in Gods amazing love through all the pain and heartache. I know God has a purpose for this. I do not know what it is, but in His time, he will reveal it.

I have constant flashbacks to that fateful day. That day part of me as a mother died. Every day I have to drop my son off and every day I am reminded that this road, the gate, the pavement is where my life changed. The flashbacks on some days are so overwhelming I feel like I cannot breathe. 

Not a day goes by that I do not think about Sadia or cry for her. Her personality was larger than life. We stay in a small house and the memories of our daughter are everywhere. I can still see her dancing and laughing in front of the mirror. She used to sing beautifully, and her voice filled the house. I long to hear her again, to see her running around or modelling her newest outfit for her father and I. 

We were blessed with Sadia. She was a kind natured child who developed empathy for others at a very young age. She was never demanding and never nagged me for anything. Even the smallest gift she received she was so grateful for. She appreciated everything she received. 

The last morning, we were together, in thinking back on it, was a gift from God. I was up early seeing to lunches and getting my sons bottles ect ready. My son was 6 months old at the time and was still asleep when I woke Sadia. We had time together. I got her bathed and partly ready for school. Rubbed lotion all over her body, along with the sun block and can still hear her saying, "Mummy why do you have to put so many things on me". She had Kellogg's for breakfast. Then said her morning prayers. I could hear Sadia praying from my room. I was seeing to my son who had just woken up. 

She prayed for her brother to get better, she prayed for all of us to be protected at work and for protection at school. Sadia prayed loudly. Once done, she bounced into the room asking me if I heard her prayer. I told her I did, and she asked, "Are you proud of me Mummy". What a blessing that was that I was able to tell my child that I was always proud of her. Before I left, I opened the bible and it opened to Psalm 23. I think back on this moment. Was God preparing me? 

The school bag that Sadia had that day is still unopened. It is as it was that day she was going to school. Her room is still the same. I cannot bring myself to part with or change anything. I find myself going into her room and being amongst her things. I did reach a stage where I had to take her clothes out of her room. I just wanted to be with them. To smell her on the clothing. I do not know when I will be able to reach a place where I can let go a little more. 

After the funeral, we were given a box filled with letters — a memory box. These letters are from children at Sadia's school. To this day, I cannot open and read what is contained in those letters. I will one day, as I understand the children who wrote them are sharing their precious memories of Sadia with me and her Father, but the pain of losing my child is still so raw after a year. The year of "Firsts" has just passed. Our first birthday, Mother's day, Father's Day, Sadia's Birthday, her brothers birthday, Easter and Christmas all without her. Nothing felt the same. She was missing and there was a deep emptiness. Sadia loved making Mother’s Day and Father's Day special for us. She made us cards at school and used to keep them hidden away until the special day. We will never have her love, hugs, and special surprises on those days ever again. They are gone and we are left with memories. Memories that are so beautiful and so sad all at the same time. My son now 1 year and 7 months old felt our sadness. I wonder what memories he may have stored in his young mind of his sister.

I wonder how they would have grown up as siblings. I wonder what they would have laughed about and shared together. I wonder who would have gone to who for help and guidance and shared what secrets that only siblings know about. 

We will never get to see my daughter go to high school. Never see her pass matric, graduate from university. I wonder what she would have studied. We will never see our precious child get married, walk down the aisle with her father and we will never see her have children of her own and be grandparents to her children. 

Our last Christmas together another memory of the thousands that stand out for me. I had just given birth to my son. I had a C Section. I knew it was Christmas coming up and Sadia had not asked or nagged for anything. She was so beautiful in this way. I managed to get myself out and we went to the closest mall. As we entered Foschini , in the children section there was a beautiful rose pink dress, it was marked down. I was surprised as nothing is marked down at Christmas. From there everything just fell into place and she was bought matching shoes and a necklace. Within 30 minutes, we were in and out. Sadia was so excited about her beautiful outfit that just "happened" to be waiting for her in the shop. Her size and everything. This memory will stay with me forever. It was her last Christmas with us — the same rose pink dress was also the last she wore as she was buried in the same dress.

Sadia slept next to me at night in her own bed, but her bed was close to mine. Each night she would hold my hand and go to sleep. I will never have that again. I miss her so much. The pain is unbearable. Life goes on, people go on, but the pain is with me every day. The memories haven't become easier to bear. That day, that horrible devastating day is still alive and well. I live it daily. 

I do not wish this on any person ever. Parents burying their child. It is happening in this country all the time because of crime, selfish greed, unemployment, hate, moral degeneration. When and where does it stop? No one is entitled to take anything that is not his or hers. Families should not be torn apart because of actions of others. This should never happen. Not to anyone ever.