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Palestinian Occupied Territory
After living under Israeli occupation their whole lives, and with no prospect of political resolution on the horizon, Palestinian youth have taken to the streets this month in protest. As I sit and watch the polarizing coverage—now considered to be at near-"catastrophic" levels—from afar, disparate emotions dart around inside me like pinballs, striking chords and hitting nerves. There's the sadness, of course–the sadness that I always feel when I think about Palestine—that is now pulled to the surface and sharper than usual. Sadness that so many of today's young people are lost to a struggle that is decades old. Sadness that it feels like it may continue for decades more.
Next come the waves of frustration. As …show more content…

I can seamlessly blend into a culturally white world, never being subjected to that split-second suspicion and judgment that so many Arab-Americans deal with daily. My complexion has afforded me a very privileged life here.
My father, as you may have gathered, was not born here. He was born in 1947, six miles from what is now the Israeli city of Jaffa, in what was then the small Palestinian village of Abbasiya. For generations, my family lived simply on that land and cared for it deeply; they were farmers, growing citrus and olives in the Mediterranean sun.
In 1948, he and 750,000 other Palestinians were forcefully expelled from their homes in what Israel sees as its independence, and Palestinians call the "Nakba," or catastrophe. My father spent his formative years in a refugee camp in the Jordan Valley. His feet are still rough and calloused from running around outside without shoes. He spent evenings listening to his elders wax poems about home, still thinking they might one day return–not knowing they would all one day die in foreign cities, never again having laid eyes on …show more content…

Instead our elected representatives are quick to condemn Palestinian violence, to ask how we would react if we were threatened by rockets "coming over the border from Mexico"? So, I'll ask some similar questions: How would you feel if you were born and raised in Chicago and then barred from ever visiting again? What if you were in labor and the military blocked your way to the hospital so you had to give birth on the side of the road? What if your brother was shot and killed by a soldier, and the case was never brought to trial?
I find hope in the eyes of my lifelong Jewish-American friends as they nod in understanding (or ask us to write essays like this). I feel hopeful when people ask me what it means to be Palestinian. I feel hopeful when I'm given the opportunity to explain that Palestinians live with a deep anguish spawned by a lifetime spent under occupation. I want people in my American home to look at people in my Palestinian home and know that all they want are the same basic things Americans demand for themselves—like equal protection under the law. Like the ability to not only survive, but to really

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