Dear Knar, I can’t take my eyes off your picture. I know, that you have a lot to tell me; I know the colorful dreams you had in store for your country when you were still a vibrant maiden, full of endless love for your motherland, in Beirut, your birthplace, and I know how, later in your life, you expressed that throughout your personal life and social work. Witness to that is that you educated your three children in Armenian, that you taught Armenian language for five years to the children of the Achrefieh Armenian School without any financial remuneration, that you wrote stories for and about them, and much more.

Quote from the obituary printed in the “Zartonk” daily in Beirut.

Is it possible to believe the full of life, the vibrant and the vigorous Knar no longer is?

Is it possible to imagine that the well-spoken, the smiling and the communicative Knar has left this world?

Of course, those who knew her are not few and they will not believe and will not imagine such an involuntary absence. But destiny has its strict and unwritten laws, that sometimes early, sometimes inappropriately, places a blow on loved ones; one such person was Knar.

Knar was an ideological person, with a strong individuality and unfaltering personality. She had a rich social life and was an active community worker, with her husband, Garabed, who always supported and encouraged her, in her practical initiatives and realistic projects.

Dear Knar, may your soul rest in peace in Heaven. May Knaravan, which is being constructed in the memory of your patriotic work, always stand proud.

Garo about his grandmother		Hovik about his grandmother
	Knar Harutunian's grandchildren