When we were both studying together at the College (Beit Vagan in Jerusalem), I once asked Dina, 'Are you never angry? Is it never hard for you? 'Dina always had a smile, it was not a smile of simplicity or shallowness, it was a smile of accepting things in the right proportions. For me it was a challenge that accompanied me and I learned from it - to be like Dina and accept everything with a smile and not with difficulty. Dina has always been a character to me.
Dina had infinite understanding and power on the issue of a large family and bringing a child to the people of Israel. She had a desire and devotion to purpose, even when needed for treatments and to lie down and be guarded, it was something really disproportionate, only those who accompanied her and heard her with her immense power could be impressed. Many times when women who need fertility treatments or are on maternity leave ask me how much effort should be made, I always tell them about Dina, always.
It was a kind of adherence to purpose, the word difficulty did not accompany this subject at all, it is above and beyond all proportion and all human power, with an understanding of this mission of being 'if any living', to really admire, rather than extend, unbelievable.
When we studied together, we were both engaged at the same time and our spouses were studying at the rabbi's center, so there were no cell phones and we were both using the college public phone and our spouses were using the rabbi's yeshiva's public telephone. Had to prepare each phone in advance and set and stand by the phone and wait long hours. Our owners were coordinated and we were coordinated to deliver when the next phone call.
On the eve of Purim, before I went home, I made a cake for my groom to send dishes and since Dina stayed in Jerusalem and planned to come to the Purim meal with Eli, I gave her the cake to keep and pass on to my groom.
Dina then lived in a college in the apartment of girls from abroad (girls abroad) and that was where the cake was. Girls who came to the apartment and saw such a good cake ate it. When Dina arrived and found out that the cake was not there, she started collecting groceries, which are not in the girls' apartment, in the late hours of the night, in order to bake a new cake, she gathered one by one to have time to bake the cake for the next meal.
Dina put the cake in the oven and waited for the cake to bake, she did not go to sleep, she waited and waited and waited and waited, but the cake was not baked because she forgot to turn on the oven.
In the end she brought the cake to dinner, but since she did not want to upset me, she conspired with my husband who did not tell me that it was not the cake I made, only after the wedding did I find out. Since it has become a phrase in our family every time we do something all the way but do not close the last corner, we say "well, we need to turn on the stove too". In the friendships between me and Dina, too, we used it for all sorts of things we tried to do and maybe it didn't work out as we had hoped, we said "well, maybe we didn't turn on the stove."
The great learning that accompanies me from the friendships with Dina is something beyond words and thoughts and intellect, but the great property I have bought from a country is its joy and its adherence to the goal of children. '
Rebbetzin Esther Lebanon