My name is Malka Chana Roth.
I am 15 years old.
I was born in Melbourne, Australia in 1985, where I lived with my mother Frimet, my father Arnold, and my six siblings. We made Aliyah to Israel when I was just three years old and now live in Jerusalem! I love to write, to sing and to play the flute. I’ve been practicing for years and everyone says I’m quite accomplished. But I also spend a lot of time helping my mother with my little sister Haya-Elisheva who is disabled. This has inspired me to volunteer with other children in need and last month I worked as a counselor with handicapped teenagers at a Etgarim camp. My father says I am "a powerfully, unstoppably, optimistic 15 year old,” and that my "love and affection” for everyone, even strangers, “is inspirational and infectious."
On August 9, 2001, I was on my way to Talpiot with my best friend Michal Raziel when we decided to stop for lunch at Sbarro's Pizza around two o’clock in the afternoon. At the same time, Palestinian terrorist Izz al-Din Shuheil al-Masri, a 22 year old from a prominent family in the West Bank village of Aqaba, walked into the restaurant with a guitar case. Inside was an explosive device, laden with nails, nuts and bolts to ensure maximum casualties. The detonation sent shrapnel flying all directions. Michal and I were killed along 12 others. 130 others were injured. My knapsack, which was returned to my parents some weeks later, contained what was left of my shattered cell phone including several nails from the Palestinian terrorist bomb that had penetrated its ballistic nylon case. Around the phone's mouthpiece, I had written to myself “speak no ill of others."
My name is Malka Chana Roth. I am 15 years old. And I am one of The Fallen Faces.
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