‘Anne Frank: The diary of a young girl’, those words bring back a rush of memories. I have always been an avid reader. While most people considered the book big and thick, I found myself reading it at the age of 10. It is a book that shaped my life and drew me into literature. It is in this book that I found a friend. I’m not really sure if many would understand what I mean.
‘Anne Frank: The diary of a young girl’ is the second novel that I read in my life time. It is a true story and revolves around the life of a young girl who found herself caught in the World War II. Being a Jew, Anne was forced to flee. Her family took refuge in the ‘Secret Annex’. You will come across the term ‘Secret Annex very often in the book. It refers to a part of an office building (where Anne’s father used to work) that was concealed from the public eye.
The diary was a gift that Anne Frank received on her 13th birthday. She always aspired to be a writer and even penned a few stories on her own. The diary however was reserved to enter her day to day experiences during those horrific times.
As a child I remember writing my own diaries and trying to emulate her. I started each entry with ‘Dear Kitty’ just as Anne Frank did. There is just something about that book that makes you feel for her. It makes you feel as if you are walking and talking to her.
While the diary ends abruptly because the Secrete Annexe was raided, the real truth never sunk in. I’ve read that Anne Frank died and so did everyone else. Her father was the sole survivor. They all died in concentration camps.
The actual secret Annex has been turned into a museum. It is located in Amsterdam and is a testament to the horrors that took place during the World War II. A year back I found myself fortunate enough to visit it. After two hours of waiting in queue, my husband and I toured through the building. Needless to say my hair stood on end. It was then after all these years that I realized that my imaginary childhood friend was lost forever.
That’s us before we entered the museum. Happy and excited! The trip inside was emotional and heart wrenching. Definitely going back to visit it if I’m in the neighborhood again. It was like visiting an old friend!
Women are known to be emotional and I certainly found that my feelings were getting the better of me. I’m sure I left a few tears on the showcase that housed the actual diary. The diary of Anne Frank… The one which held a girls dreams and aspirations.
Like so many others, I found myself leaving a message for Anne Frank. I know she will never read it but I hoped that somewhere in the space of eternity she would know that I made it. I finally managed to visit her home.
Many people can write and yet few books stay with you through your life. My copy of ‘Anne Frank: The diary of a young girl’ is frayed and old. It has been passed down from a generation before me. Years have passed and I have read that book time and again. Few books have touched my heart as much as this one has.
Thank you Anne Frank! Thank you for your contribution to literature! Thank you for enriching my life!