High Tide Aug. 29, 2014

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High Tide

Redondo Beach, CA Redondo Union High School August 29, 2014 Vol. XCV Edition 1

Stand tall. 1. El-Hasan and her family got shirts to support the people of Gaza. The part shown reads “There is no eid when every day is a martyr #Palestineresists.” 2.El-Hasan hugs her second cousin’s good bye. “I just met her this summer but she’s such a sweety and calls me her older sister and I’ve talked to her nearly every day since,” El-Hasan said. 3. The view off ElHasan’s grandmother’s old house in Beit Iba, Palestine. “Beit Iba is a super tiny village so everything there is really really old and no one lives in the house anymore but they use it for get togethers and such because the family all lives nearby,” she said.

1. PHOTOS COURTESY OF YASMEEN EL-HASAN

Standing with resistance Yasmeen El-Hasan reflects on living in an occupied territory while visiting her family in Palestine for four weeks this summer by Yasmeen El-Hasan

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His shirt was blue. It was was a deep blue, the same color as the sparkling eyes of my young cousin as she proudly recited to me a poem of Palestinian nationalism. His eyes were different. His eyes were black. They did not sparkle and there was no glisten. It seemed as if he had never smiled, never laughed, never loved. His eyes were filled with hatred. These same eyes glare at me in my nightmares still, well over a month since I have seen them and less than two weeks since I have returned from my trip to Palestine. And yet the eyes haunt me still. These eyes belong to an Israeli soldier, one who is stationed at the Jordanian-Israeli border, the one which all Palestinians must cross to enter the West Bank because they are not allowed access to the airport in Tel Aviv. Since I hold a dual citizenship and am both an American and Palestinian citizen, this is how I returned to my home on July 23. Looking back, I find it funny that it was not the gun strapped to his chest that frightened me. It wasn’t the dozens of other armed soldiers who milled around, not even the many vehicles with large guns on top aimed at myself and the other Palestinians. No, what frightened me was his eyes. And when they stared into mine, I thought for sure that I was going to die. I thought his eyes were the last thing that I would ever see. I thought he was going to kill me. My mother, brother and sister were with me, but 3.

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