Before she was an activist . . .
I've known many different versions of my little sister. The one who'd decide out of nowhere that she was going to learn a new hobby, and then actually do it. The one who would spend an afternoon in the kitchen trying something new, and then make everyone around her taste it (whether they asked to or not.) The one who could walk into a room full of strangers and, within minutes, have them feeling like old friends. That was Ezgi. Once she felt comfortable, she never stopped talking, and it never took her long to get there.
Our family moved to Seattle from Türkiye when she was just ten months old, and this city shaped her. She graduated from the University of Washington with a degree in Psychology and a minor in Middle Eastern Languages and Cultures. She was thinking about a PhD. She dreamed of opening her own restaurant, coffee shop, and plant store — all in one, she'd say. She was 26 years old, and she was just getting started.
Her journey . . .
Palestine was never abstract for our family. Growing up, it was always there, a part of the world we were learning to understand together. As she got older, Ezgi became involved in all kinds of social justice work. But after October 2023, her focus became sharp. She became vocal. She organized on campus, put together successful fundraisers, community events, awareness campaigns, all because she couldn't sit still while people were suffering.
When she graduated, she told us she still didn't feel like she'd done enough. So she went to the West Bank to serve as a human rights observer to watch, to document, to be present for people whose stories weren't being told. That was who she was. She was brave enough to be moved by injustice, and then to actually do something about it.
What happened?
On September 6, 2024, my sister was shot in the head by an Israeli military sniper from more than 600 feet away. The protest had ended roughly thirty minutes before. She was resting under an olive tree. She was not a threat. She was just there, the way she always was; present, paying attention, caring.
Israel has made statements that misrepresent what happened. The facts don't support them. What I know is that my little sister was killed while doing exactly what she said she was going to do: show up for people who needed someone to witness their lives and their suffering to speak truth into their experiences alongside them.
Ezgi shouldn't have died for caring. She shouldn't have died for showing up. The world she was trying to help build is one where that kind of courage is protected, not punished. We owe it to her to keep demanding that world into existence.
- Written by her sister, Ozden Eygi Bennett