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    Zlata Filipovic and Anne Frank both kept diaries during times of war and oppression in the 1940s. Zlata wrote from Sarajevo during the Bosnian war in the early 1990s, describing the horrors of shelling and violence she witnessed. Anne wrote from Amsterdam while hiding from the Nazis, expressing fear for Jewish people being taken away and documenting the difficulties of living in confinement. Though both girls used diaries to process their experiences with war and hardship, Zlata's entries tended to be more emotive and descriptive while Anne's were more factual and precise.

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    Zlata Filipovic and Anne Frank both kept diaries during times of war and oppression in the 1940s. Zlata wrote from Sarajevo during the Bosnian war in the early 1990s, describing the horrors of shelling and violence she witnessed. Anne wrote from Amsterdam while hiding from the Nazis, expressing fear for Jewish people being taken away and documenting the difficulties of living in confinement. Though both girls used diaries to process their experiences with war and hardship, Zlata's entries tended to be more emotive and descriptive while Anne's were more factual and precise.

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    BSU 1.

    2
    Name
    Sana Faisal
    Class
    8
    Section
    Safari
    Date
    25th September, 2020

    Instructions: Read excerpts from Zlata’s diary and Anne Franke’s diary below and answer
    questions that follow.

    Excerpts from Zlata’s Diary: A Child’s Life in Sarajevo

    Background: Zlata Filipovic was born on 3 December 1980. She lived in Sarajevo before the Bosnian
    war started. During the war, Zlata kept a diary from 1991 to 1993. She also gave a name to her diary,
    Mimmy. Zlata and her family survived the war and escaped to Paris in 1993, where they stayed for a
    year. The family has settled down in Dublin, Ireland.

    Wednesday, May 27, 1992

    Dear Mimmy,

    SLAUGHTER!  MASSACRE!  HORRORs!  CRIME!  BLOOD!  SCREAMS!  TEARS!  DESPAIR!

    That’s what Vaso Miskin Street looks like today.  Two shells exploded in the street and one in the
    market.  Mommy was nearby at the time.  She ran to Grandma and Granddad’s.  Daddy and I were
    beside ourselves because she hadn’t come home.  I saw some of it on TV but I still can’t believe what I
    actually saw.  It’s unbelievable.  I’ve got a lump in my throat and a knot in my tummy.  HORRIBLE.

    They’re taking the wounded to the hospital.  It’s a madhouse.  We kept going to the window hoping to
    see Mommy, but she wasn’t’ back.  They released a list of dead and wounded. Daddy and I were
    tearing our hair out.  We didn’t know what had happed to her. Was she alive? At 4:00, Daddy decided
    to go and check the hospital.  He got dressed, and I got ready to go to the Bobars’, so as not to stay at
    home alone.  I looked out the window one more time and….I SAW MOMMY RUNNING ACROSS
    THE BRIDGE.  As she came into the house she started shaking and crying.  Through her tears she told
    us how she had seen dismembered bodies.  All the neighbors came because they had been afraid for
    her.  Thank God, Mommy is with us. Thank God.

    A HORRIBLE DAY.  UNFORGETTABLE.  HORRIBLE!  HORRIBLE!

    Your Zlata

    Monday, June 29, 1992


    That’s my life! The life of an innocent eleven-year-old schoolgirl!! A schoolgirl without school,
    without the fun and excitement of school. A child without games, without friends, without the sun,
    without birds, without nature, without fruit, without chocolate or sweets, with just a little powdered
    milk. In short, a child without a childhood. A wartime child. I now realize that I am really living
    through a war, I am witnessing an ugly, disgusting war. I and thousands of other children in this town
    that is being destroyed, that is crying, weeping, seeking help, but getting none. God, will this ever stop,
    will I ever be a schoolgirl again, will I ever enjoy my childhood again? I once heard that childhood is
    the most wonderful time of your life. And it is. I loved it, and now an ugly war is taking it all away
    from me.

    Thursday, November 19, 1992


    I keep wanting to explain these stupid politics to myself, because it seems to me that politics caused
    this war, making it our everyday reality. War has crossed out the day and replaced it with horror, and
    now horrors are unfolding instead of days. It looks to me as though these politics mean Serbs, Croats
    and Muslims. But they are all people. They are all the same. They look like people, there’s no
    difference. They all have arms, legs and heads, they walk and talk, but now there’s something that
    wants to make them different.

    Monday, December 28, 1992


    ...I look over at Mommy and Daddy. ... Somehow they look even sadder to me in the light of the oil
    lamp. ... God, what is this war doing to my parents? They don’t look like my old Mommy and Daddy
    anymore. Will this ever stop? Will our suffering stop so that my parents can be what they used to be
    cheerful, smiling, nice-looking?
    Background: The following extracts are taken from the diary of Anne Frank between 1942 and 1944,
    when she lived in hiding in Amsterdam with her family. The Franks were discovered, arrested and
    transported to Auschwitz on August 4th 1944.

    Excerpts from: Anne Frank. The Diary of a Young Girl

    August 21st 1942:


    “Now our Secret Annex has truly become secret. Because so many houses are being searched for
    hidden bicycles, Mr. Kugler thought it would be better to have a bookcase built in front of the
    entrance to our hiding place. It swings out on its hinges and opens like a door. Mr. Voskuijl did
    the carpentry work. (Mr. Voskuijl has been told that the seven of us are in hiding, and he’s been
    most helpful.) Now whenever we want to go downstairs we have to duck and then jump. After the
    first three days we were all walking around with bumps on our foreheads from banging our heads
    against the low doorway. Then Peter cushioned it by nailing a towel stuffed with wood shavings
    to the doorframe. Let’s see if it helps!”

    October 9th 1942:


    “Today I have nothing but dismal and depressing news to report. Our many Jewish friends and
    acquaintances are being taken away in droves. The Gestapo is treating them very roughly and
    transporting them in cattle cars to Westerbork, the big camp in Drenthe to which they’re sending
    all the Jews. Miep told us about someone who’d managed to escape from there. It must be terrible
    in Westerbork. The people get almost nothing to eat, much less to drink, as water is available only
    one hour a day, and there’s only one toilet and sink for several thousand people. Men and women
    sleep in the same room, and women and children often have their heads shaved. Escape is almost
    impossible; many people look Jewish, and they’re branded by their shorn heads. If it’s that bad in
    Holland, what must it be like in those faraway and uncivilized places where the Germans are
    sending them? We assume that most of them are being murdered. The English radio says they’re
    being gassed. Perhaps that’s the quickest way to die. I feel terrible. Miep’s accounts of these
    horrors are so heartrending… Fine specimens of humanity, those Germans, and to think I’m
    actually one of them! No, that’s not true, Hitler took away our nationality long ago. And besides,
    there are no greater enemies on earth than the Germans and Jews.”

    Tuesday, 22 December 1942


    Oh, I'm becoming so sensible! We've got to be reasonable about everything we do here; studying,
    listening, holding our tongues, helping others, being kind, making compromises and I don't know
    what else! I'm afraid my common sense, which was in short supply to begin with, will be used up
    too quickly and I won't have any left by the time the war is over.

    Wednesday, 13 January 1943


    Terrible things are happening outside. At any time of night and day, poor helpless people are being
    dragged out of their homes. They're allowed to take only a rucksack and a little cash with them, and
    even then, they're robbed of these possessions on the way. Families are torn apart; men, women and
    children are separated. Children come home from school to find that their parents have disappeared.
    Women return from shopping to find their houses sealed, their families gone. The Christians in Holland
    are also living in fear because their sons are being sent to Germany. Everyone is scared. Every night
    hundreds of planes pass over Holland on their way to German cities, to sow their bombs on German
    soil. Every hour hundreds, or maybe even thousands, of people are being killed in Russia and Africa.
    No one can keep out of the conflict, the entire world is at war, and even though the Allies are doing
    better, the end is nowhere in sight.

    1. What seems to be the genre, audience and purpose of the diary entries? Explain the key features of
    diary writing. What kind of language and vocabulary is used?

    The diaries are written out of situations the authors are facing. They are in depression and express their
    difficult times to their Diary which is in the Hitler era. Personal emotions and experiences are
    mentioned. The vocabulary is not formal. It is written that what are the current life situations and
    hopelessness is displayed.

    2. Compare and contrast Zlata’s and Anne Franke’s diaries. Apart from the nature of content, remember
    to compare and contrast the writing style, tone, individual expression and choice of language.

    Similarities Differences

    They both are written in a depressing situation. Zlata’s diary is more exaggerated and contains
    The situations are explained in both the diaries. much hyperbole however Anne’s diary is a bit
    They both seem to be hopeless. formal and does not explain too many feelings.
    They both are terrified and show their fright in the Zlata has given a name to her diary ‘Mummy’ to
    diaries. be more informal and natural but Anne Frank’s
    Both of them are from the Hitler era. diary does not have a name.
    The diries are written with a gap of months and Zlata’s entries are more descriptive and long.
    occasionally. Anne’s some entries are short and contain details
    precisely.

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