Epoch of Disbelief

The Relocation

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After the cold dinner, we join our hands, thanking our god in gratitude, for another safe and gracious day, as safe and gracious it could be. "Its not we are suffering that we forget to thank Him, we thank Him for every breath we take, every deed we commit, every bite we eat and every scrap we wear." My dad is not very religious, but he deeply revered the Rabbi, who lived next door, and believed that my birth signified a good omen; He shall be there for me, His hand always over my head. Some things are beyond my explanations and reasoning, but I never crossed beliefs with my father for this. Later that night, very late I think, I was jerked awake and forcefully pulled out of my house. Chaos was everywhere, my dad was bleeding from his one side if forehead, and my mum was closely clutching her saved items. They casted a long, forlorn look at each other, before giving me a weak smile. Even though things were too messy for a twelve-year old, I perfectly understood it all. I just watched my neighborhood being burned to ashes, most with people inside them. Some of my friends didnt make out, neither did their families. Inevitable is here, Gestapo showed up, we were being relocated. We walked, in long lines, shuffling and groaning, but not stopping. My mum clutched my hand, my dad kept his arm around my mums waist. We were tired, from walking four, maybe five hours, but didnt stop. The sun had lit the horizon but did nothing to dispel the darkness. Those who stopped were whipped, beaten. Few even died. My mum told me that they just sleeping, a long, deep sleep, but I knew better. My childhood was already lost, now innocence was slipping out of my grasp. Only five hundred of us made it to the "RELOCATION AREA." I didnt know what it was called, I was hungry and thirsty, but dare not ask anyone. I was afraid of beating, afraid to get away from mom and dad. Herr Nicholas Tvalsky was there, whip in one hand, cold expression-ed. Clutching my mothers hand, I shivered, from cold, fear or exhaustion, I dont know, maybe all of them. She pulled me between herself and dad, but it didnt make me feel any safer. Herr ordered us to remove our clothes and ordered to hand over everything we had. Being one of the last persons, mum made us eat some meat and bread, before she had to surrender everything. I was still thirsty, but scared to ask, more than ever. Few of us protested, but it didnt matter; it was ripped away from them. Many of them were shot dead. Either way, we were standing there helpless and naked. My mum was weeping silently, my dad kept gazing at the sky, as if asking Him that what we did to endure this fate. They say "Fuhrer" is going to reign peace over here, is this how will he do it, when half of his people are helpless, and other half is the one inflicting helplessness? How will he do it, when half of us are naked, and other half is the reason behind it? How will he do it, when half of us are dying, and other half is murdering us? How will he?

Huh, did just that not happen?
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