Sivan Elkabets

From Kfar Aza.

Sivan, the youngest of four siblings. She was always smiling, joyful, energetic, intelligent, kind-hearted, sensitive, and loved by those around her—the best aunt to her nieces and nephews, the best sister to her siblings, and the best daughter to her parents. Caring, embracing, encouraging, always helping others see the good within themselves.

Sivan had a wide and generous heart. She was a good friend, and wherever she went, she brought with her a beautiful smile, laughter, and a great light.

She was a dedicated computer science student, with good ideas, deep and thoughtful insights, and wonderful advice. Despite her young age, she possessed a unique and remarkable wisdom—the ability to look at things differently, broadly, to make everything feel possible and simple, and above all, to be there for anyone who needed her.

She had a well-formed opinion on every subject, loved to learn and stay informed about current events. She knew how to express her views, to stand up for what she deserved, and to achieve all her goals with diligence and admirable persistence.

Sivan did everything with kindness, gentleness, and the smile that so defined her.

She had many dreams to fulfill and goals to achieve.

Sivan was organized and hardworking. She loved to wake up early to greet her day, knew how to make the most of it and plan for tomorrow. She loved to live and loved life.

In her final moments, Sivan chose to disconnect from her parents and siblings, who also lived in Kfar Aza, out of the desire and belief that this would keep them from leaving the safe room and coming to the “Young Generation” neighborhood, which at that time was filled with hundreds of terrorists.

On the morning of that day, Sivan said “A psalm of thanksgiving.” She managed to apply a tourniquet to her neighbor who had been wounded by gunfire, and at exactly 11:11, she sent a series of final messages to her father: “Dad,” “please,” “tell me,” “that you are okay,” “that Sagie is okay,” “that Noa is okay,” “Dad,” “we are hiding in the safe room,” “they were at my window,” “we are under the bed, Naor and I,” “is everyone okay, Dad?”

She managed to read her father’s reply—that everyone was okay—and then the connection was lost.

These were Sivan’s final words. In her death, as in her life, she protected, loved, and truly cared for her parents and her family. And in those last words, it was as if she left them a testament, asking that they be safe.

Sivan Alkabetz, of blessed memory, was murdered together with Naor Hasidim, her partner of the past seven years, on October 7, Simchat Torah 5784, in their home in the “Young Generation” neighborhood of Kfar Aza.

May their memory be a blessing.