Yesterday it would have been my 80th Birthday. Henny Sophia Frank, born on February 23,1939 in Amsterdam. My name is Henny Sophia but people call me Henneke.
But alas I was not allowed to celebrate my 80th birthday. Nor was I allowed to celebrate my 70th or 60th, in fact I wasn’t even allowed to celebrate my 5th birthday.
You see, you killed me in Sobibor when I was 4. All the things I could have been never came to pass. In the end I became a number, a statistic. But I am so more then that.
I am a child who had many dreams, dreams of becoming a teacher, a nurse, a doctor or just simply someone that works in a shop, a boutique where they sell the lastest fashion from Paris and Milan.
My dream were cut short by you and the regime you so admired, a regime of hate and greed.
My dreams were cut short, but do you see me in your dreams?
Do you ever think of me or all the others you killed, the ones you lied to. You told them not to worry, they’d be fine after they had a shower, but they did not get water but death.
Do you ever see my eyes in your dreams? My eyes that only displayed innocence.
I doubt you dream at all.
Being a Parent is the hardest job in the world. The sleepless nights, the dirty diapers, the countless times being peed on.Also the worries when your baby has a bit of a temperature, the millions of scenarios of what could go wrong with your child.
But all of that is forgotten the second you see that very first smile. Nothing on this earth is more valuable or could replace its beauty.
A smile so pure and full of innocence and unconditional love, it could melt every one’s heart.
Yet there are those who saw this token of purity and innocence as a threat to their very existence.
The love was answered with hate.
The pureness was answered with filth.
The innocence was answered with death.
How could anyone look at a smiley face like that of Emma Zilverberg and feel compelled and righteous enough to destroy that life?
It breaks my heart to think that the last minutes of this 18 month old girl were filled with pure evil. Evil in its most barbaric, inhumane form.
The really disturbing aspect of this that those who killed her possibly had young children themselves, or may have been an uncle or aunt to a niece or nephew.
Emma Zilverberg was killed in Sobibor she was still a baby. If we forget Emma and all those countless children who died in the Holocaust and other genocides, we will have failed as a society.
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I am Paul , like every 4 year old boy I like to kick a ball. Give me a blank sheet of paper and some crayons and I am happy as can be.
I am Paul I feel like a big boy but I know I am small. I like to play outside, come rain or shine.
I am Paul and sometimes I cry when I fall. But when my dad or mum pick me up and wipe away my tears and kiss my sore knee better I feel great again.
I am Paul , when I get praise I feel 10 feet tall. I love my food especially cakes and all things sweet.
I am Paul , I don’t like being an oddball. I hate it when people laugh at me and point at me and make fun of the yellow star I wear.
I am Paul and I can’t understand it at all. Why does anyone want to murder me. I am only 4, I want to live so much more.
I am Paul van Gelderen I was murdered in Auschwitz on September 28 1942 ,together with my Mother.
I am Paul, I am Paul.
I was born with a promise of life.
A life full of joy and excitement, but also a life of sometimes sadness
A life of play and learning new skills every day.
A life which is unique , so very much the same as other but yet totally different.
A life with family and friends.
A life of song and dance.
A life full of flavors and colors
But my promise of life became a certainty of death.
I am Sarah Eva Vleeschhouwer, I died age 7 murdered in Auschwitz.
You hate me simply because I am a Jew.
You hate me just because I am not a pure Aryan.
Yet by your own definition I look more Aryan then your leader, the same man who has told you to hate me.
You hate me because you lack the intellectual capacity to recognize that your hate is based on nothing.
You hate me that’s why it is easy for you to kill me, but you only kill the body that encapsulated the essence of me.
You hate me and you will take that hate in to your grave and your hate will die with you, whereas my soul and love will love forever.
You hate me, but I am loved by so many
I am Louis Koe I was born on January 3, 1936. I was deported to Sobibor in June 1943 from Vught via Westerbork on the so-called children’s transport. I was murdered on July 9th, 1943 age 7.
Dear Louis, I have to believe you are an Angel Because if I don’t I get engulfed with hate for those who killed you. But your beautiful face only radiates love.
You are an Angel, you already look up to your new home in Heaven. You were 4 when you were murdered by those who thought you were only vermin. You re not, you never were and never will be. Your murderers are the vermin.
How can anyone look in those eyes and feel they have a justified reason for closing them for ever?
You are an Angel like so many others who died in Auschwitz.
There is a hypothetical question that asks ” Who would you like to meet first when you pass the pearly gates?”
Louis if my time has come, I hope it is you I see first. But til then be my Angel as I will be your voice.
My name is Frouktje Oudgenoeg, I am aged 2. My last name means Old enough.
That is exactly what I am.
I am old enough to sing and dance.
I am old enough to play outside in the garden, come rain or shine.
I am old enough to get my face dirty with jam and chocolate and old enough to get my hands all muddy.
I am old enough to have love given to me in abundance.
I am old enough to wake up at night because of a nightmare.
However I am not old enough to live in a nightmare.
I am not old enough to experience hate
I am not old enough to be deprived from everything that is good in this world.
I am not old enough to die.
And I am certainly not old enough to be brutally murdered.
Yes I was murdered at Auschwitz-Birkenkau on November 2,1942, age 2.
I hope I will be old enough to be remembered by you.
Reached the age of 3 it says in some places.
Reached the age of 3, that is me
.Reached the age of 3, but that is not only me.
For I am so much more them just the age of 3.
I am a child whose only ambition it was to become 4.
If I wanted to to I could have asked for so much more.
All I expected from life was love given to me freely, in return it would give it unconditionally.
Not too much to ask of someone who reached age 3, one would think.
But there were those who thought I was not worthy of that love. And to prove that point. on July 18, 1942 they killed me together with my Mother and Brother in Auschwitz.
Reached the age of 3, that is me Marianne Aandagt
Rest in peace little one, but how can you?
You did not ask to be born but yet you were.
But that was good because it was because of the love between two people, you came to be. You were so wanted.
A blessing to be seen by every one.
Rest in peace little one.
If it was love that ruled the world your lovely smile would illuminate this world for decades to come,.
Alas love does not always rule the world.
Rest in peace little one.
Like so many others you became a subject of hate. Although you were only aged 1 and could barely walk and not even talk, it was enough reason for you to be murdered.
You did not ask to be killed and yet you were.
Your name Claude Alexandre, Born in Lyon January 8th,1943. Murdered in Auschwitz 14 Aug 1944.
Rest in peace little one,but how can you? For you should still be with us.
When the rain falls, my face gets wet.
When the sun shines, it blinds my eyes.
When the snow falls, I want to go out and feel the crunch of the fresh new snow beneath my feet.
When it is muddy, I get dirty.
When I am hungry, I eat.
When I am thirsty, I drink.
When I see a baby cry, I am sad for I know only a few years ago I was a baby.
You see, once you were a baby too.
Once the sun would would blind your eyes, and the rain would make your face wet.
Your mother would also be annoyed when you came in with a muddy face.
Once you were a 5 year old mischievous little angel.
Like you, I am a human being too.
At least I maintained my humanity, where you no longer are that mischievous angel.
The day you killed me in Auschwitz you became a devil.
I am Sandro Sonnino, aged 5. Once a human being, now an angel.