Daughter of Aviva and Avi. She was born on July 18, 1981 in Jerusalem. A twin for Idit and a sister. She grew up and was educated in Ashkelon. She studied at Beit Yehezkel Elementary School and completed her studies there cum laude. She went on to the Henry Ronson Ort High School, and studied eighth-year biology and chemistry. Keren loved high school, then grew up and became a pretty lady with an impressive and well-groomed presence. She was in the middle of things, always surrounded by friends, talking a lot on the phone, spending time, going out and being happy. The friendship was for her a supreme value and at every opportunity she wrote her friends personal greetings that come out of the heart. Karen loved to write and read, and to read texts that she identified with their content. Keren was happy with her love for society Eyal Asraf, a love that was interrupted at its peak. “I was thinking about what to write for you on the occasion of our year, and I decided to write something with all my heart … Last year was the happiest of my life I enjoyed every minute with you … at home, on weekends, on walks, To sleep together, just to be with you, to look at you and to fall in love with you every time I am happy that I spend my life with you and I will be happier if we continue this way forever … in the hope of counting many years together, just happy and happy like last year. . Keren was prominent in her social activities in the school and municipal council. She has written and edited the school newspaper and produced the twelfth grade book, and has also contributed her time and energy to guiding youth in various frameworks, emphasizing the heritage of Israel and the love of the country. “Mishmar ha-Ezrachi” and as a guide to Shalhech stemmed from a sense of mission and was committed with great devotion, love, and a strong desire to contribute to others and to society. That was a foundation – from Gaza, breaking through borders, and reaching as far as possible. In her twelfth grade, Keren recited the blessing she wrote to her classmates: “Dear Stratum … Now a period has come to an end. / There were days of grief and pain, but there were many things that came out of the heart / Today we stand at the threshold of adulthood, which carries a lot of responsibility. Today we must choose the way / Remember the past and the present – create a future, and they are the ones who pour the plan. / Make sure to choose the right path / and walk in it with confidence and full strength! E, / but always Think before you act. ” In October 1999, Keren joined the IDF and began her service as a non-profit education and knowledge officer. She went on to an officers’ course, at the end of which she was assigned to the Southern Command in Be’er Sheva, where she served as an education and culture officer. Her commanders and officials liked her and valued her very much as a person and as a professional authority. Because of her sensitivity and the personal treatment she gave each of her soldiers, they called her “mother” rather than “commander.” Karen was willing to learn, to invest and invest for the unit she served in, and was proud of her job. “I believe in human relations based on kindness, manners, patience and tolerance, and I believe in listening and openness, stubbornly achieving my accomplishments, aspirations and dreams through discipline, investment and perseverance.” I strongly believe that the right of all A person in honor, and a duty to respect every person … I believe in the contribution to society and the community, the desire to act and promote a society, a community, a group in which I am in self-leadership and personal advancement … I believe that there is a place in the world for everyone … And to fulfillKeren was prominent, serious, ambitious, and capable of leadership, and knew how to achieve her goals, even if the road was not easy. On Monday, February 2, 2002, two months after receiving the rank of Lieutenant, she was cruelly cut off from Keren’s dreams when she was killed by terrorists near the Southern Command headquarters in Be’er Sheva, with a corporal Aya Malachi Keren was twenty-one years old in the fall, and was buried in the military cemetery in Ashkelon, leaving two parents and two sisters. “Ohad, the Southern Command Education Officer:” … Throughout our work together you were willing to contribute and change, demonstrate social involvement and be loved by your friends, colleagues, subordinates and commanders. Your devotion to the job and to the soldiers was an extraordinary thing and a model that should serve as an example to all of us. Thanks to your spirit and mission, thanks to your dedication and willingness to be available to anyone who has sought your help, thanks to your personal and professional skills, you have been respected and respected by all those exposed to it – soldiers, commanders, reservists and people from the civil world. You will always remain in your heart with an eternal smile on your lips. “Her teacher, Hannah Puterman, eulogized her:” How do you part from such a good, constant and true smile? How do you separate from such grace? Envy, wisdom, and love? … Is it possible to tell – how much did you do, how much you were, how much did you donate, and how much was projected on us all? Do you now have to tell how you were a military policewoman and wrote a newspaper and elected a student council and solved conflicts, an outstanding student and involved in everything? … You will always be in my memory – because you are exactly the flower, the person and the student on it – every teacher dreams! Keren, who loved the shades of blue, the shades of the sea and the sky, nature and landscapes of the country, traveled extensively throughout the country. There were many letters and diaries in her estate, which attested to her talent and sensitivity. In one of the letters she drew flowers and wrote: “I would like to put a flower in memory of all the victims and those killed in the attacks.” Many commemoration activities were held in memory of Keren: Its lovers set up a website in its memory at www.keren-r.org. Her family awards scholarships to outstanding students in the biotechnology track, and to students who excel in their social activities at the Henry Ronson Ort High School in Ashkelon. The school established a biotechnology lab in the name of Keren and the family donated several devices to the lab. The family also donated books to the school library. At Keren’s inauguration ceremony, Keren’s mother said: “… I think that the words that can express the yearning for you were not created, the longing that waits forever – touching the distance almost to the horizon – and go back inside, curling deep in the cracks, looking for a hug, The evening when you return from the base is accompanied by the words ‘long kiss’ that resonates to this day in the silence that has been created … Here are pictures, letters, diaries, memories and longing … … longing to kiss you every Friday after lighting Shabbat candles and to tell you Shabbat Shalom. The Land of Israel – the land you so loved … longing for the little one outstretched to taste the dishes in the kitchen among the pots. Longings for the long mental conversations – in which you shared my doubts … longing for the joint entertainment … you were my dear friend Carla, the longing for you breathes the air – every breath slowly … Keren, you are with me everywhere, In my work in the classroom, in the story of the Akeida – but why did not the voice of the angel sound “Do not send your hand to the girl?”If I could have wings, I would fly right up to heaven-to look for you there among the angels, to see the smile I loved in a face that would never change-and that I would never stop loving. My Child. “Keren’s family donates scholarships to students who leave for a course for youth counselors in the Southern District. The family initiated the establishment of a heritage and memorial room at the Southern Command headquarters in Be’er Sheva and donated a library to this room. Every year a trip takes place for families and friends in memory of Keren – a trip to the country’s paths and landscapes, in places where Keren toured and guided tours. The creator Berry Sakharof composed, adapted and produced Keren’s song “You Stand in the Corner.” The song, performed by Sharon Rotter, was played on Army Radio on Memorial Day 2003: “You, standing in the corner … / I walked in the street after the rain in the heat of the sun / And I saw you standing there in the corner! Who knows / Who knows / Maybe you’re standing in the corner! ” Many lists were written in memory of Keren. “In every breath that you breathed / touched the sky, / with everything you loved / touched the sky, / in thousands Smiles / with lots of strides / when you walked hand in hand along the paths, / touched the hearts of everyone you knew, / one touch, one word / like treasure kept by guards / guards / hideouts only in appearance. // A long list of friends / Blossom beads / rhyme and rhyme / Unravel all your pictures, / A girl touching the sky / stroked each flower / smiled every smile / touched the sky, and since then / touch them – you. Wrote Karin, the former commander of Yasham “650:” The next day the sky was dark, some would say that the heavens also cried with us about her loss. … I had no choice but to have memories, vivid and fresh memories of Karen, smiling, sentimental, always willing to help, advise, and encourage. … All that Keren had done, she had done with all her heart, as she had done in the officers’ course, which she had left willingly and back when she was ready to do her duty and duty without hesitation. By returning to the course, Keren began a long journey of responsibility and responsibility, of dedication to the job, and of willingness to invest and contribute. “Members of the GID:” Keren is the kind of person who could develop a conversation on any subject with anyone. And she met with a stranger on the bus and within a few minutes she was talking about issues of the world and about things in her heart, and she loved to talk and share experiences and emotions. (Even if they tried to hide it …) Keren’s “outside” was the same as “the face.” So no wonder she was always surrounded by a grandfather Her girlfriends and boyfriends, and always, but always, she had a boyfriend and burning love on the agenda … “. At the memorial ceremony marking the first anniversary of Keren’s death, her father read things that he wrote: “You stand by me / Look and silence, / You look at your eyes / You answer your thoughts / / You are mostly laughing, / Smile and laughter that surrounds / Love and warmth // you – everywhere / wherever we go, / everything you always see / see – you // fill in the blank, the void that you are not / you – complete, give the power / continue another day / day missing / passing “And in the pictures / you are mainly / laughing.” Students of the Graphics Department at the Orton High School in honor of Henri Ronson designed a special symbol for her”From thousands of light beams that warm and warm our hearts, there is one special fund – the Rothstein Foundation. They said only good to her, well not mixed with evil. She contributed in a way few people know how to contribute, she was loved and loved. She always took care of every task. They said and told so much about the same beam that Barak shot directly and returned it to the great sun. Now it is high in the sky, shining our way from above. Keren Keren, a mythological, mythological unit, if all the wolves, “wrote Eyal Zruk, a friend of Keren:” She lies in heaven / looking between clouds / between sun and earth / she is the light and the soul / Another blessing and another letter / full of life and love / just encouragement, a good word // And now what is left / Murder, memory / Past / want to write a mule / But can not because it is not / It lies in heaven / Looking between clouds / Karen, Karen’s sister, eulogized her at a memorial service that marked four years since her fall: “Karen, four years have passed since then. Since then, my life has been divided in two. 4 years of longing and crying. 4 years in which I grew up, enlisted and reached the age of 20. Now I am closer to you than ever, I am the same age as the clock of your life has stopped. Exactly four years ago these sons of injustice decided to take you away from us and left a big hole in our hearts. A hole that grows with time, grows with longing and refuses to be reunited. 4 years and still everything seems to me like a bad dream. A bad dream that is not really a dream, but our life-without you. Without your laughter, your smile, your presence. Only the pictures, the memories and the endless longing remained. Karen, if you hear me, I want you to know that I love you and never stop loving. And with every passing day I miss more and more. I love you, your little sister – forever! “
