The Story Of Ahuva Kandler (Holocaust story)

Part one

My life went down the steepest slope in the history of the world. My name is Ahuva Kandler. I am a Jude. Before you jump to conclusions, no I probably did not survive the Holocaust.

I was born May, 28 1920. That means I understood what was happening during this horrible time. The day it all started my friend and I were walking home in our school uniforms which consisted of a beautiful light blue dress, black fancy dress shoes, and (my MOST favorite part) a yellow David's star. Us girls had to have our hair at a maximum length of ten inches, which was no problem for me 'cause mama said I look beautiful with shorter hair. I didn't exactly agree but she is my mother and you know what they say, mama's always right!

Ava and I were walking talking about my older brother Ezra. We heard screams and I felt a pain shoot through my knee and fell down crying. Then not far after I saw papa screaming for me. I was soon taken over by darkness.

I felt a cool gloved hand on my neck and then heard, "She's still alive! How old do you think she is?"

I could instantly tell it was a guy. Then some footfalls, and another voice. "Maybe thirteen or fourteen." The other voice was a male too. I opened my eyes and as soon as I saw the symbol on his jacket then I regretted it instantly. Nazi!Nazi!Nazi!Nazi! Ran through my head as I panicked. I shot up and tried to make a run for it, but first I checked out my leg. I WAS JUST GRAZED!!!! MOVE AHUVA!!! MOVE! So I did. I was very lucky, they thought I was unconscious. They were way to shocked to see me running. Frankly, I was to! I heard the second guy say.

"Let her go. We will catch her later." Those were the words that rung through my head for the next few months.

Mama pulled me into a tight hug along with papa and Ezra. It was a touching moment till papa suddenly looked extremely serious at me and the others.

"We need to hide. They are going to come and take us. We can't be separated."

Mama looked very confused. "Abner. What do you mean?"

Papa then shooed Ezra and I into our rooms. Ezra whispered across the hall for me to come into his room. He then explained to me why that horrible mustached man is doing this to us. I understood everything.

The next day we gathered our things and two tents, I looked confusingly at papa and he gave me a look I will never forget. A look of determination.

We all left through our backyard. We hurried to our neighbor Ingrid's house. She rushed us into her house and for some reason she lead us to her lovely clock collection. They were all laid neatly on a platform. She, Papa, Mama, Ezra, and I started moving them off the platform. When all that was done she lifted up the platform and Papa got inside and held out his hand for Mama. She got in then Ezra, and lastly, me. Ingrid soon said.

"I will certainly not let that horrible man ruin this beautiful family. I promise!" Ingrid had blonde hair and blue eyes. She is considered a superior.

I woke up the next day to a bang then a loud scream. I heard all of the clocks smash. Then I realized I was the one who screamed the face palmed myself. I heard Papa gasp and pull me behind him. Yes I do admit I am a daddy's girl. Two solders, or should I say Nazis? Ya! Two Nazis pulled the platform up and pulled us out of the hole forcefully and threw us outside.

"What do we do with the blonde?"

"I don't know! You might want to ask Berne. He will know."

The two men sat there bickering while I got up but then was pulled back down.