Почему меня зовут Керен?

And then a woman in a wig and a long skirt approached me... "Tell me, why are you so sad? What happened?" There was so much kindness and concern in her voice that, surprising myself, I told her everything. That I was divorcing my husband, working hard cleaning jobs, living in a rented apartment, and having two small children at home alone. "What's your name?" "Kira." "But Kira isn't a Jewish name. Are you Jewish?" "Yes," I replied. "Then all your troubles come from a non-Jewish name," my interlocutor concluded. "You need to change your name, and then your troubles will leave you." Raised in the spirit of materialism, I remained silent, not wanting to offend this kind woman with my distrust. "I need to think," she said after a pause. "Listen, I'm going home now, put the kids to bed, and sit down to read the Torah. Give me your phone number." As soon as I find something, I'll call. And we said goodbye. She did indeed call the next day. "I spent the whole night reading the Torah and found a beautiful name for you. Keren. Ray of Light. That was the name of one of Job's daughters, a beauty. And I'm sure it will suit you." After thinking for a moment, I asked: "How do you change a name? Do you go to the Ministry of Internal Affairs?" "God doesn't need an entry on your ID," she laughed. "Then what should I do?" "This Saturday, my husband will stand up in synagogue to read the Torah. And when he finishes reading the passage, he'll say, 'You were Kira, but you will become Keren!' And that's it. Before God, you will be Keren, and you will see that everything in your life will change." And she hung up. I never saw or heard from her again. But soon after that, everything in my life went as it should. I was offered a good job, I started teaching Hebrew, and when I wrote the first of twenty books published in Israel and Russia, I put the name "Keren" on the cover. http://kirulya.livejournal.com/70466.... My website: http://kirulya.wixsite.com/kameshek Come on over, ask questions, and like.