In a hurry, Yasmine, 16 years old, accompanied by her school mates, was reviewing the answers of the Arabic language exam. 

Then she went to her sister Haneen to go home together to be prepared for the next exam.

While they were on their way back from Balqees Al-Yaman School, the Israeli war on Gaza started by the first F16 aircrafts' raid.

This first strike was targeting the area of the Security Center, where the fragments of missiles hit Jasmine and Haneen who died at once, just like a huge number of the armless civilians.

With a broken heart, her mother 'Om Aziz', started to describe how dear is her departed daughter, as she said, "Yasmine wasn't just a daughter; she was like a friend to me. I considered her as a friend to whom I was complaining and seeking her advice in many issues. She was my right hand, I wasn’t doing anything at home unless she was with me; I was relying on her even in cooking. May God have mercy on her soul; she was helping me so much.” 

Yasmine was taking the responsibility of teaching the English language to her brothers and sisters.

The sad mother, Om Aziz, is still hearing Yasmine’s and Haneen’s whispers while they were arranging their mutual return back to home in that last morning of their death. She still remembers how they asked her to pray for them at that day to pass their exams successfully; how Yasmine has washed some of her clothes before going to the exam. 

Her Dreams:

Yasmine was a student in the second secondary class. She was known by her plenty activities in the school. She was a member in the press club at school; a young journalist whose dream was to make an interview with the famous Palestinian caricaturist, Omayya Joha. Yasmine was about to realize her dream, but she died right before doing the interview.

Her big dream was to be a journalist or a lawyer. She had always the vision to have her own business, just like her father; especially that she had a strong personality.

Yasmine wrote also patriotic poems in a blue notebook. Today, this notebook is the most precious memory that she left for her family.

She was too young to write such nationalistic poetry for her homeland. She loved her country, Palestine, so much, wrote poems for it; and died for it. But her love will never die; will remain alive with her poems.