Sunday, 2 January 2011

Anne Frank and Them


I have not the slightest idea for a title to this entry. Probably because it weighs so much on me that I can’t find a better word to describe it. However, I know to whom I should dedicate this entry to. I want it to be dedicated to those who have lost their lives in the hands of prejudices, discrimination and hatred for their religion and race; women, men and children from all over the world.

After reading a book and watching a film about Anne Frank, I had the chance to visit Anne Frank House in Amsterdam with my husband. To avoid confusion, perhaps I should tell you a little bit about her. The Frank family was born in Germany and later migrated to Holland where Otto Frank co-owned a business in Amsterdam. During the Nazis occupation in Holland, all Jews were denied rights to own business, to ride bicycles and to own assets. They were forced out of their own houses and be relocated into walled ghettos. Otto Frank, Anne’s father, found his family a hiding place behind his office to save his family from the plight. Since they couldn’t even go out or even make noise in the house they had a secret keeper to provide them with food supplies. Anne wrote the diary while she was in hiding and rewrote it while she was in the camp. They managed to stay in hiding for 2 years before they got captured in 1944. There wasn’t any explanation as to how they got discovered. They later got separated and be put into different camps. Anne and her sister, Margot, died in 1945 from typhoid and their mother, Edith, died from hunger and exhaustion while they were in concentration camps. Otto Frank survived the war.

Unfortunately, this still happens in many sides of the world. They are still little girls and boys who faced the same fate, if not, worse than Anne. My heart and prayers goes to all of them. I might have read just a parchment of their sufferings, not knowing how they actually feel deep in their heart. Anne’s little diary has helped me to understand their feelings. And to say this is actually an overstatement because I can never comprehend what they’ve been through. Imagine going to school knowing that their lives are at stake, but being little children, they just love to be out and about and they went anyway. They never know the word discrimination. Even if they do know, they are too young to know. To them everyone and everything is beautiful in their naive eyes. It is amazing how they can be so optimist about life at the most tragic of time. How they think a stone can fight an armed man.

In conclusion, they are so much we can learn from children and from history. History gives a great lesson for the future. History need not have to repeat itself. We have to learn from the past from an unbiased perspective. Dissect and analyze and do not simply believe or take something at face value. This way we can understand better and avoid all prejudices.

Allah knows best.

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