Looking at the seagulls flying in freedom in the vast azure, she says, "in spite of everything, i still believe that people are really good at heart". She puts me to shame too, just like she puts her father to shame. Shame of believing in a religion of faith that couldn't prove as trustworthy as she thought of it; that a brave little girl, inspired by nature, whose heart was a dwelling of Wordsworth, was forced to end her life only because she was a Jew. What a shame!
Little Anne discovered the beauty of words, writing her expressions out in her Diary or Kitty as she called it. She could have been a greater writer if she were given a chance to live. Nevertheless she made her mark in literature with her single writing that she never intended to get published. She won in her defeat. Nazis ended her life in the name of religion but they couldn't defeat her.
So what if she was never able to go out for ever since the Franks got into hiding, she had her imagination to take her out to the same park where she would walk around the bright flowers on the side of the lake with her Father, whom she loved inevitably. She and the others had to put on the same clothes for those unfortunate three years in the hiding without washing them, they had to keep the lights out almost all of the time, they could not walk around in shoes for the fear someone on the floor below might suspect their presence, they had to sleep with the continuous music of the alarm sirens and air raids outside. Those eight people lived in a suffocating small floor and sustained themselves by dividing their daily food equally among themselves, food which was meant enough for only three people at a time. In spite of all this, little Anne considered her present abode to be a heaven, greatly better than what the other Jews were made to live in, outside in the concentration camps during the World War II.
How ironic and yet magnificent it was to look out of the window and find peace in other's freedom while she herself lived inside this room for the last three years. How courageous was it of her to be cheerful when everyone else was afflicted with the inevitable angst that didn't leave their hearts at all, and to be hopeful while looking at the door of the hiding place, waiting for it to be trampled down upon by the Nazis who were coming to get her and her family to the concentration camps.
It will be too obvious to suggest the wrongness of the Nazis who inflicted the worst of tortures upon the Jews for no logical reason. All that we can do right now is pray silently for a moment for the peace of all those people who were a victim of Hitler's misguided pride and mind. They were not victims, they were martyrs, and greater were the common German friends who had enough courage to hide and help their fellow Jews.
