Anne Frank was born in Frankfurt am Main in Germany in 1929. She has an amazing skill of writing her own diary everyday. Her book, The Diary of Young Girl , tells the remarkable story of young Jewish girl against the backdrop of the horrors of the second World War. Anne Frank moved to Holland with her family when the Nazis became powerful in Germany. The Nazis believed that some races such as Jews and gypsies, did not deserve the right to live and they started to arrest, transport and kill them. Afraid for their lives, Anne and her family went to hiding.
Anne Frank had a perception that paper has more patience than people. she had no friend in her early days and thus she started expressing her thoughts and feelings of her entire day to her dearest kitty which is the way she used address her diary. Their lives were not without anxiety since Anne’s relatives in Germany were suffering under Hitler’s anti-Jewish laws. after the huge pogroms in 1938 her two uncles fled Germany finding safe refuge in North America . After may 1940 the good times were very few and far between as first there was the war, then the capitulation and then the arrival of the Germans which was the biggest turning point in the life of Jews as the trouble started for Jews. Anne Frank with her deepest sadness wrote that their freedom was severely restricted by a series of anti Jewish decrees and those were as follows:
- Jews were asked to wear Yellow star
- they were required to turn in their bicycles
- Jews were forbidden to use trams
- Jews were forbidden to ride in cars no matter if they own it
- They were asked to do their shopping in a specific timing
They were forbidden to all those luxurious life which they lived before. So many restrictions made them feel slave to Germans. Let us now see her true words written in her diary
Saturday, 20 June,1942
Let me get started right away; it’s nice and quiet now. Father and Mother are out and Margot has gone to play ping-pong with some other young people at her friend Tree’s .I have been playing a lot of ping-pong myself lately. So much that five of us girls have formed a club. It’s called the Little Dipper Minus Two’. A really silly name but it is based on a mistake. We wanted to give our club a special name; and because there were five of us we came up with the idea of the Little Dipper. We thought it consisted of five stars, but we turned out to be wrong. It has seven , like the big Dipper, which explains the “minus Two”. Ilse Wagner has a ping pong se, the Wagners let us play in their big dining room whenever we want. We have long since stopped hunting around our purses or money most of the time it is so busy in oasis that we manage to find a few generous young men of our acquaintance or an admirer to offer us more ice cream that we could eat in a week.
You are probably a little surprised to hear me talking about the admirers at such a tinder age. Unfortunately, or not, as the case may be, this vice seems to be rampant at our school. As soon as a boy asks if he can cycle home with me and we start talking, nine times out of ten I can be sure he will become enamoured on the spot and won’t let me out for his sight for a second. His ardour eventually cools, especially since I ignore his passionate glances and pedal blithely on my way. If it gets so bad that they start rambling on about ‘asking Father’s permission’, I swerve slightly on my bike, my satchel falls, and the young man feels so obliged to get off his bike and hand it to me, by which time I have switched the conversation to another topic. These are the most innocent types. Of course, there are those who blow definitely knocking on the wrong door. I get off my bike and either refuse to make further use of their company or act as if I’m insulted and tell them in uncertain terms to go home without me.
There you are. We have now laid the basis for our friendship. Until tommorow
Anne Frank died of typhus in 1945, imprisoned at Bergen-Belsen, just few months before her sixteenth birthday. Her diary written between 12 June 1942 and 1 August 1944, was found after the war and later published by her father Otto H. Frank, the inly surviving member of the family.