Laila El-Haddad

Palestinians Stranded in Egypt

Last week, I awoke to the persistent stammering of my 2-year-old son Yousuf: "I think today the crossing will open mama!" After we had waited at the border for over two weeks, Yousuf's prediction came true. Israel finally opened the border for a few hours.

Amidst chaotic crowds of thousands of stranded travelers, my son and I managed to squeeze through Gaza's Rafah crossing from Egypt to reach our home in the Gaza Strip.

However, the hardships persist for thousands of Palestinians on both the Egyptian and Gaza sides of the passage who were unable to cross during those fleeting hours. They now must wait until the Israeli government temporarily opens the border again.

The Rafah Crossing, the gateway to the world for 1.4 million Gazans, was shut by Israel in late June after Palestinians captured an Israeli soldier. It has been open only for a few days since.

U.S. Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice visited the region last week. Her visit coincided with the one-year anniversary of the Gaza Agreement on Movement and Access she brokered. The agreement aimed to facilitate the movement of Palestinian people and goods and to lead to Palestinian control over Rafah Crossing after one year.

At the time, she proudly promised that it would "give the Palestinian people freedom to move, to trade, to live ordinary lives."

The year has passed, and all our crossings, our air, our water, and our lives remain under Israeli control.

In fact, according to a November 30th UN OCHA report, the Israeli government has broken every single provision of the Agreement.

Israel began violating its commitments immediately, well before Hamas' election victory, refusing to allow supervised bus convoys between Gaza and the West Bank, or to speed the flow of vital goods into and out of Gaza.

Israel had also agreed not to close Rafah and other crossings due to security incidents unrelated to the crossing itself. For example, according to the Agreement, Palestinian rocket fire into Israel -- now largely ceased â€" does not constitute a valid reason for closing Rafah.

So why close Rafah? Countering Israeli accusations, senior European diplomats told both Israel's Jerusalem Post and Ynet News that there have been no major Palestinian violations of the agreement, and that weapons are not smuggled through the crossing. The European Union has monitors stationed at the crossing pursuant to the border agreement.

An Israeli military document leaked to the Israeli daily Ha'aretz in August suggested that the closure was intended "apply pressure" on Gaza's residents to return the captured Israeli soldier. This action, says the Israeli human rights group B'Tselem, constitutes collective punishment of Gaza's civilian population, a grave violation of international humanitarian law.

But instead of holding Israel accountable, last week Secretary Rice praised Israeli Prime Minister Olmert for taking steps likely to "advance the peace processes in the region."

One week ago, upon hearing rumors of the crossing's imminent opening, we rushed there along with thousands of other stranded Palestinians. We waited for seven hours two days in a row, languishing in limbo, only to learn that the Israelis had closed the crossing again after a single hour.

We stood in the sun packed together like cattle, penned in between steel barriers on one end, and Egyptian riot police on the other.

"We've been waiting for 15 days. Only God knows when it will open -- today, tomorrow, the day after?" 58-year-old Abu Yousuf Barghut told me.

His wife wept silently by his side. "We went to seek treatment for him. My four children are waiting for me in Gaza. We just want to return home now, that's all." Nearby, a group of people tried to comfort a young girl with muscular dystrophy, who was screaming uncontrollably in her wheelchair.

Israel denies Gazans access to all other borders passages except Rafah. With Rafah closed, patients cannot get medical treatment, students cannot reach universities or work abroad, and family members are separated from one another.

Providing Palestinians with their most basic rights -- the right to move freely in and out of their own land -- is critical to furthering peace, and ensuring a viable Palestinian state.

Neither Israel, the U.S. government, nor the rest of the world, can imprison 1.4 million Palestinians, and expect that somehow, someway, their "problem" will disappear.

We certainly aren't going anywhere.

Souvenirs from the Occupation

After 38 years and 67 days, they were finally gone -- "they" being the Israeli soldiers and settlers that for so long made our lives miserable here in Gaza.

I went to tour the vacated settlements as a journalist, but also as an ordinary Palestinian. Like thousands of other Palestinians, I was simply curious -- and, in the end, giddy, awe-struck, and in absolute disbelief. I got up early, wasting no time after the last of the soldiers left, to take a peek at what lay beyond the once fortified colonies, that although only meters away, for Palestinians may as well have been on a different planet.

It was, simply put, a surreal experience. Some children picked large mangoes off a razed tree, while others scavenged for leftover toys and books; some found Jewish skullcaps and wore them while posing -- oblivious to the irony -- next to Hamas flags. Others tied orange anti-disengagement ribbons to their heads. All were at once elated and dumbfounded, expressing relief and excitement at seeing the occupation depart. And just about everybody wanted a souvenir.

Amidst the curious crowds, a Palestinian photojournalist walked around in a vest stapled with pictures he took of Palestinians killed by Israeli forces not far from Netzarim in years past, including the youngest victim: four-month-old Iman Hijju of Khan Yunis.

"I want them to witness this historic moment with me. I want to also make sure that people never forget them and what they died for," he said.

Nearby, a 20-something Palestinian who lost his leg to Israeli gunfire four years ago hobbled around in disbelief, pausing a moment to stare at the now-demolished sniper tower from which he had been shot. Many Palestinian boys, backpacks still on shoulder, skipped school in favor of the exploratory visits to the abandoned colonies that for so long were a source of their grief and misery.

In the former colony of Kfar Darom, young refugee children from the camp of Dair al-Balah played in an abandoned playground. Nearby, Palestinian security officers who had been up since 3 a.m. for the handover of the settlement lands dozed off under the shade of a large mulberry tree, while young children clamored for a photo opportunity in an abandoned but not yet demolished sniper tower that overlooked a pockmarked U.N. school.

Across the now-flattened electric fence of the former colony, 53-year-old Sulayman Tawaysha continued to watch the scenes in disbelief along with his six children. His house had been occupied by Israeli forces over 20 times during the Intifada, and 17 donoms of his farmland were razed to the ground. The entire family had been up since 3 a.m. to see the soldiers leave, at which point they erupted in undulations of joy and lit fireworks.

Further south, Palestinians drove past the Abo Holi checkpoint -- for the first time in six years without having to stop and wait for orders to pass. A traffic jam ensued as Palestinian forces took down a watchtower that Israeli forces had abandoned but not dismantled.

Still, many Palestinians, while living this historic moment, expressed concerns for the future. Dermatologist Muna al-Farra, who has finally been able to access land her family owns in the Abo Holi junction, said she was worried about the longer-term implications of Gaza being turned into a large prison."It makes me think, 'What was the struggle for? Just to be able to drive from Gaza city to Rafah?'"

Musa al-Ghul, a local community leader of the northern Gaza village of al-Siyafa, which was fenced in and sandwiched between the former colonies of Dugit and Eli Sinai, had similar words of caution. Even a golden palace is still a prison if its occupants can't get out freely, he said, and, having living as prisoner inside al-Siyafa for six years, no one knows that better than him.

"Nothing equals freedom ... nothing. Even if you are in a golden palace, and somebody said 'you can leave at this time, eat at this time,' then you will not enjoy everything. You will feel humiliated and trapped. But even if you are in a tent with freedom of access, it means everything. Freedom is life. Without freedom of movement there is no life."

Still, Palestinians celebrated. In Neve Dekalim in southern Gaza, the large synagogue in the shape of a star of David -- built in "memory" of the former settlement of Yamit in Sinai -- was still standing. Palestinian factions wasted no time in hoisting their own flags on top of the empty building.

Inside, charred anti-disengagement literature and flyers advertising "tours" to Gush Qatif as "New Zionism plus Torah True Living in Action" littered the vacated, and mostly undemolished, former settlement stronghold, juxtaposed against the impoverished, overpopulated, and pockmarked Khan Yunis refugee camp. "Let us help you to sense the magic being felt daily in this beautiful part of our homeland," read the flyer.

Almost everything was intact in Neve Dekalim, including the "town center," the school, and the marketplace. Israeli anti-disengagement graffiti was hastily spray-painted over, and posters of Marwan Barghouthi were put up instead.

Further down, thousands of Palestinians swarmed the Khanyunis seashore, which for over six years had been off limits to them.

Young boys surfed on broken refrigerator doors; children ran boisterously around abandoned sea shacks and flew kites; and families took the day off to picnic. I had an urge to jump in the sea, to scream and laugh and run unrestrained all at once, just like those children. It was, for a people long deprived of it, the sweet and intoxicating taste of freedom.

But in the end, al-Farra and al-Ghul's words of warning reverberated in my head. I couldn't help but feel like a small hamster, who was released from the confines of a cage with a vexing obstacle course to maneuver around, to a more spacious, less restrictive one; basking in its newfound freedom, forgetting, for just a moment, that it was still walled in from all sides.

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