This book has received an abundance of five-star reviews and delves into such crucial subject matter that awarding it a mere four stars almost seems like an act of heresy. Nevertheless, that is precisely what I am going to do. For while Night presents a chilling account of the Holocaust and the dehumanization and brutalization of the human spirit in extreme circumstances, the truth is that I have come across better ones. Ones that are better written and more insightful as well.

Night is Elie Wiesel's somewhat fictionalized portrayal of the year he endured at Auschwitz and Buchenwald. It is a harrowing tale of his experiences within and between concentration camps, his gradual loss of faith (as a devoutly observant Jew, he naturally questioned where God was while his people were being exterminated), and his feelings of guilt when he realized that his struggle for survival was making him callous towards his dying father. The material is gruesome and chilling, leaving me in a state of profound silence after reading it. Yet, I also felt a certain dissatisfaction with the book. I craved more detail. I longed for more fully developed writing rather than a series of meaningful one-line paragraphs. I desired less heavy-handed symbolism (the book predominantly focuses on troubled father-and-son relationships, echoing the central Father-and-Son relationship) and more genuine emotion. I wished for a writer (and a translator) who was more discerning than to refer to an SS officer simply as 'an SS'. And above all, I wanted a less abrupt ending. I wanted to inquire of Wiesel what transpired in the immediate aftermath of the liberation of Buchenwald. I wanted to ask him about what happened to his leg, which he marched on for several grueling days just days after undergoing an operation, and how he pieced his life back together afterwards, and why on earth his two eldest sisters, who perished in Auschwitz along with his mother and younger sister, merited no more than a single mention. The latter, I thought, was an example of seriously shoddy writing.

Perhaps my questions were addressed in the original version of Night, which unfortunately never saw the light of day. In his introduction to the new English translation of Night, Wiesel mentions that the book as it stands today is a severely abridged version of a much lengthier Yiddish original titled And the World Remained Silent. I can understand why the original might not have been published (apart from the fact that the world was not yet ready for concentration camp literature, the few quotes provided in the introduction make for rather dense reading). The abridged version does seem more accessible than the full-length one and does an admirable job of conveying the facts. Even so, I believe the publishers may have gone a step too far in abridging the book to such an extent. Undoubtedly, the very brevity of Night is one of the reasons for its popularity today, but personally, I would have preferred to see a middle ground between the original (detailed) manuscript and the incredibly spare and skeletal version that is currently on sale. Do not misunderstand me; the abridged version is effective, but as far as I am concerned, it is the Holocaust presented for those with short attention spans. I much prefer Primo Levi and Ella Lingens-Reiner's more comprehensive accounts of life in the camps, not to mention several Dutch books that, regrettably, have never been translated into other languages.

Nonetheless. Night remains an important book and one that deserves to be widely read. In fact, it is a book that should be read by people of all ages and nationalities, in order to prevent a nightmare of this magnitude from ever recurring.

To bear witness to a crime so pervasive is to be confronted with a truly harrowing sight.

It is as if one is looking into the abyss, and the abyss stares back, penetrating through one's very soul. This experience forces one to question the very limits of human depravity. How deep can it go?

Yet, in the midst of this darkness, to be able to find light again is nothing short of amazing.

This book is truly one of the most important works on the complex themes of loss and gain. It forces us all to weigh and balance the various aspects of our lives.

It is a book that I would highly recommend to anyone seeking a profound and thought-provoking read. It has the power to change the way we view the world and ourselves.

Don't miss out on this remarkable literary gem.

"If in my lifetime I was to write only one book, this would be the one." Elie Wiesel, a renowned Holocaust survivor and author, made this profound statement. His words carry the weight of his experiences and the importance he placed on sharing his story.

In his account, Wiesel mentions Yossi and Tibi, who quickly became his friends. Having once belonged to a Zionist youth organization, they knew countless Hebrew songs. Wiesel recalls how they would sometimes hum melodies that evoked the gentle waters of the Jordan River and the majestic sanctity of Jerusalem. Their conversations often centered around Palestine, a land that held great significance for them.

Today, Auschwitz survivors and world leaders are marking 80 years since the liberation of the Nazi death camp on 27 January 1945. This solemn occasion serves as a reminder of the atrocities committed during the Holocaust and the importance of remembering and learning from history. The article from NBC News provides further details on this significant event.

Why has this book on my bookshelf been changed to the audio edition?

It's really strange and quite annoying.

I have so many books, and it seems that the editions of quite a few of them keep getting changed.

I wonder what the reason could be.

Maybe it's some kind of update or adjustment by the publisher, but it's still very inconvenient for me.

I'm used to reading the physical books, flipping through the pages, and having that tangible experience.

Now, with these unexpected changes, it feels like my reading routine has been disrupted.

It really pisses me off.

I hope that something can be done to address this issue and bring back the original editions of my books.

Anne Frank was 13 when the Germans arrived in the Netherlands, while Elie Wiesel was 15 when a similar situation occurred in Romania. These two teenage children witnessed the atrocities committed by the German armies, who were blinded by their loyalty to Hitler.

There were some differences between them. Anne Frank unfortunately died in the concentration camp, while Elie Wiesel survived. Anne Frank's diary, first published as The Diary of a Young Girl in 1950, was written in a young girl's language during her hiding. On the other hand, Night by Elie Wiesel tells the experience of a 15-year-old boy inside the concentration camps, later told in the language of a 30-year-old man.

Reading Night was a haunting and extremely sad experience, similar to other Holocaust novels I've read. I thought it could have been more gripping if Wiesel had provided more detailed descriptions of the locales, like Imre Kertezs did in Fatelessness and Thomas Kennealy in Schindler's List. There are now many books on the Holocaust, and these are just 4 of the more "famous" ones. However, my heart still weeps while reading them.

Critiquing a well-loved book like this feels almost like blasphemy. I worry that I'm doing an injustice to the 6 million Jews who perished in the genocide if I say anything about literature depicting their experiences. Their stories must be told and read by future generations. I hope this and all future generations will remember the Holocaust and learn from it.

If I had the chance to talk to one famous living person, I would choose Elie Wiesel. I would ask him what he was thinking when the young boy with the "angel's sad face" was hanged. I know he lost faith in God, but later cried out to God again during another "selection". I want to know how he was able to regain his faith despite the horrors he witnessed in the camp.

Oh, I have other questions, but I don't want to write a long review. Primo Levi is next on my list.

Every time I read books like this, I'm beyond heartbroken. It's truly a heart-wrenching experience. Just read it and you'll understand the depth of emotions it can evoke.

The images accompanying the text add another layer to the story. The first image, a.gif, seems to capture a moment of intense emotion or action. It draws you in and makes you want to know more.

The second and third images, both.jpg files, show scenes that might be related to the story. They give a visual representation of what's happening and help to bring the words to life.

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The horror that humans can inflict upon one another for the most trivial and crazy reasons, thoughts, or desires truly makes me feel nauseous. I simply could not tear myself away from this book. The fact that this mass killing of a particular segment of society is a real story reveals a great deal about our species and what we are truly capable of when we give in to madness. Hitler was indeed an extremely sick individual.

It is truly astonishing and disturbing to think about the depths of evil that humans can sink to. This book serves as a powerful reminder of the atrocities that have occurred in history and the importance of never forgetting.

We must always be vigilant and strive to prevent such horrors from happening again. By understanding the past, we can hopefully learn from it and create a better future for all.

Infinitely sad.

A book everyone should read.

RIP Elie Wiesel.

Auschwitz was liberated 75 years ago, during my father's lifetime. It is truly a terrifying thought that such a horror could happen again, in any place, at any time. Humanity has within it the potential for both great good and great evil. It just requires the right conditions to allow the evil to grow and fester. We must never forget the atrocities of the past and always be vigilant in safeguarding the rights and dignity of all people. Wiesel's work serves as a powerful reminder of the importance of speaking out against injustice and intolerance. May his memory inspire us to create a more just and peaceful world.

“I told him that I did not believe that they could burn people in our age, that humanity would never tolerate it.”

I first read Night in 8th grade. Its raw honesty shattered something within me that has never fully mended. In college, while traveling through Europe with my backpack, I tried to ignore the dysentery I'd contracted in Egypt and firmly boarded a bus from Munich to Dachau. I had to witness the WW2 concentration camps of my (and everyone's) nightmares with my own eyes. Dachau was as dreadful and life-altering as I'd anticipated. Walking among the ghosts and on the ashes of those like Elie Wiesel who lived and died in such horrific circumstances was a profound experience.

Rereading Night this week, I couldn't overlook how impassively this man had to recount his experience. What he endured must have felt as if it were happening to someone else, like an unreal nightmare. Just as a soft-spoken person compels you to lean in and listen more closely, Elie Wiesel's astonishingly matter-of-fact depiction of his personal horrors draws you even deeper into his memories of the colossal evil that was the Holocaust.

This is one of those books that you must submit to, that you must endure. As a human being, you bear the responsibility of understanding mankind's history to prevent the recurrence of the same atrocities. It is such a small price to pay, to suffer through a short memoir like this, compared to the ultimate sacrifice that millions of innocent Jews, Soviets, homosexuals, and others made back in the 1940s.

I can't wait to read this.

It seems to hold so much promise and excitement. The anticipation is building up inside me like a storm about to unleash.

I wonder what kind of story, information, or ideas it will contain. Will it take me on a thrilling adventure, make me laugh out loud, or touch my heart?

Every moment spent waiting feels like an eternity.

I'm eager to turn the pages and discover the hidden treasures within.

The unknown is both terrifying and captivating, and I'm ready to embrace it.

This article has piqued my curiosity, and I'm determined to satisfy it.

I'm sitting on the edge of my seat, my eyes fixed on the words, waiting for the moment when I can fully immerse myself in its content.

I just know that it's going to be an unforgettable experience.

The second Holocaust account I had the opportunity to read this year was penned by an author who was just a teenager when he found himself in the camp. Subsequently, he embarked on a career first as a journalist and then as a writer. The other remarkable work was 'Fateless' by another Nobel laureate, Imre Kertész.

It is advisable that you know as little as possible before commencing the book. In fact, the sole reason I am penning this, which I hesitate to call a'review', is to caution people to read the main text initially. Do make sure to read the two introductions - one by the author himself and the other by François Mauriac, another Nobel laureate in literature, who played a crucial role in helping Wiesel publish the book.

"Why did I write it? Did I write it so as not to go mad or, on the contrary, to go mad in order to understand the nature of madness, the immense, terrifying madness that had erupted in history and in the conscience of mankind?"

Furthermore, Wiesel shares a poignant incident:

"... in Aden. Our ship's passengers amused themselves by throwing coins to the “natives,” who dove to retrieve them. An elegant Parisian lady took great pleasure in this game. When I noticed two children desperately fighting in the water, one trying to strangle the other, I implored the lady: “Please, don't throw any more coins!” “Why not?” said she. “I like to give charity…”

This incident serves as a stark reminder of the callousness and lack of understanding that can prevail even in seemingly innocent situations.

Some tragedies have marked the history of the world and turned the lives of people into tragedies. The Holocaust, the genocide of Jews during World War II, is such a tragedy. The war ended more than 70 years ago, but the memory of this war has not diminished. Every year, hundreds of books, plays, and movies are released, focusing on the Holocaust. Even today, when we read Anne Frank's diary or watch "Sophie's Choice" or "Life Is Beautiful", a tear of pain gathers in the corner of our eyes, our hearts break, and our throats constrict.

Adolf Hitler, in his pursuit of racial purity, brutally ended the lives of six million Jews, especially the elderly and women. But it was not only the Jews who suffered. Millions of others, including the Roma, homosexuals, and the physically and mentally disabled, also lost their lives in this genocide. According to many historians, the number of deaths in this war exceeded millions. However, even with such a large number of casualties, Hitler does not hold the record for the most killings in modern history. There were predecessors to Hitler in the field of massacres, such as Leopold II of Belgium (15 million), Mao Zedong, the chairman of the Communist Party of China (55 million), and Joseph Stalin, the supreme leader of Russia (70 million). The Maoist Communists in Bangladesh once chanted slogans in the name of Mao, but they forgot the history of 55 million deaths in the frenzy of Mao's sexual indulgence. The worship of Stalin by the pro-Russian Communists is also not small. If one is so lucky, one may be familiar with a Bangladeshi who wanders around with the name "Stalin" added to his name. Maybe there is something special in the name, but the Bangladeshi who carefully avoids words like Mir Jafar, Ayub, and Yahya in the selection of his children's or his own name, and who is a humanist Bangladeshi, is again doubtful about choosing "Stalin" as a name. Besides ideological reasons, another reason why a Bangladeshi may choose a word like Stalin as a name is the eternal servile mentality of the Bangladeshi people who have been slaves of white-skinned foreigners.

The main tool for killing six million Jews in Hitler's infamous Holocaust was the concentration camps. The Nazis herded hundreds of people into gas chambers at a time and killed them without mercy. Many of those who survived the gas chambers died from inhuman physical labor. The number of people who died from eating grass due to the abuse of the guards in the concentration camps is also not small. Only in the Auschwitz camp, more than 100,000 people died. What could be a more convenient way to dispose of such a large number of corpses than to cremate them? In the 46 ovens of Auschwitz, an average of 4,000 corpses were burned every day to cover up the crimes of the Nazis. However, when the genocide exceeded the millions and moved towards the tens of millions, a daily average of 1,500 was a negligible number; at such a low rate, the huge genocide could not be covered up, and indeed it was not, which is why we know so much about the crimes of the Nazi army today.

Those who survived the hellish life and torture in the camps and returned home have many written novels or memoirs, testifying to that life, which is now known as Holocaust literature. The emergence of an entire independent genre of literature centered around a genocide indicates the enormity of the Holocaust. The world has received many outstanding literary works in the field of Holocaust literature. The memoirs of these people, which are full of pain, have stunned hundreds of millions of people around the world in the past few decades, providing food for thought and teaching them the value of life anew. Almost all of the more than 6,000 books were written based on the authors' own personal experiences. It should be noted that many works of Holocaust literature were written not only from the perspective of direct experience but also from the perspective of indirect experience. One of the unique works in this regard is probably the graphic novel "Maus" by the Polish cartoonist Art Spiegelman. Spiegelman's parents were both prisoners in concentration camps. After listening to their stories of experience, Spiegelman created the two-volume "Maus". As the first graphic novel about concentration camps, "Maus" is unique. Its main feature is that every "human" character in the novel is a mouse. Since the Nazis were not considered human, they were excluded from the "human" category in the previous sentence. Spiegelman depicted the Nazis as cats and rats. These minimalist-style cartoon characters, drawn in a terrifyingly sad manner, are enough to stay in the cells of the brain forever.

The "Night" trilogy by the Romanian-American writer Elie Wiesel is widely recognized as one of the milestones of Holocaust literature around the world. Many scholars believe that the contribution of "Night" in presenting the true picture of Nazi atrocities to the world is very great. Wiesel wrote the three parts of his autobiographical trilogy, "Night", "Dawn", and "Day", in the forms of night, dawn, and day. At the age of 15, Wiesel's life was plunged into darkness when he was exiled to a concentration camp. His future, thoughts, consciousness, perception, and humanity were all covered in darkness. In the books "Dawn" and "Day", Wiesel tells the story of moving forward towards a new day full of hope, leaving behind the dark memories of the concentration camp. After losing his family, property, and everything at the age of 15 and facing death, Wiesel later taught at prestigious universities such as the City University of New York, Boston University, Yale University, and Columbia University. Elie Wiesel, who won the Nobel Peace Prize after going through the Gandhi of personal identity and achieving peace, has now become an institution. There is a separate center for Jewish Studies in his name at Boston University. There is also the "Elie Wiesel Foundation for Humanity" established by Wiesel and his wife.

"Night" begins with the reminiscence of the young Wiesel's strong religious belief. At the age of 13, Wiesel began to immerse himself in religious scriptures in the presence of a man named Moshe the Beadle, who was half-beggar and half-prophet. With great enthusiasm, he read the Talmud and had passionate discussions with Moshe about God. At that age, Wiesel felt a strong attraction to Kabbalah, the esoteric branch of Judaism. Kabbalah can be compared to Sufism, the esoteric branch of Islam. While the goal of the belief in the core of the Abrahamic religions is to find God in the future, the goal of both Sufism and Kabbalah is to obtain the presence of God in the middle of the worldly world. There is a lot of discussion about the relationship between Sufism and Kabbalah on the Internet. Here, I will mention a few points briefly. In an article published in The Huffington Post in 2011, Stephen Suleyman Schwartz, one of the founders of the "Center for Islamic Pluralism" located in the District of Columbia in the United States, who was born into a Jewish family, converted to Islam in 1997 and founded the center in 2008, claimed that the book "The Book of the Direction of the Duties of the Heart" written by Ibn Paquda, one of the main glories of Kabbalah literature, was actually written by borrowing from the works of the first-generation Sufi writers. Schwartz, being a Muslim himself, may have given the impression in his writing that the position of Sufism is above Kabbalah or that Kabbalah originated from Sufism. On the contrary, Michael Laitman, the founder of the Bnei Baruch Kabbalah Education & Research Institute, gave priority to Kabbalah over Sufism in answering the question of which came first, Kabbalah or Sufism, on his website, and clearly stated that Sufism originated from Kabbalah. Generally speaking, the essence of his view is that through Sufism, you can ring the bell at the gate of the big house (shall we call it the palace?) of God, but if you don't have the necessary equipment such as proper clothes and fragrant incense, God has already left for you and closed the door of his palace. On the other hand, if you follow the path of Kabbalah, you don't have to be Einstein to understand that the special trumpet that God's doorman will blow to spread the red velvet and take you to God's court! That is to say, the eternal quarrel and dispute over superiority among the four major religious beliefs of Christianity, Islam, Hinduism, and Buddhism also exists between two "cult" beliefs like Kabbalah and Sufism. It should be noted here that in order to maintain the establishment of such cult religions (especially in capitalist countries), the continuous flow of funds must always be ensured. The shouting of proving the superiority of one's own belief is not only for obtaining the exclusivity of God but also definitely serves a worldly purpose! Anyway, on the pages of "Night", various examples of the Jewish belief can be found, and the deep impression of the young Wiesel's soft heart, like the impression of the wheels of a ten-ton truck, is gradually erased. As the pages of this small book of 112 pages are turned, the reader will see how Wiesel's simple belief gradually becomes bloody and fragmented, barbaric, and barbaric.

The picture of how strong the fear of religious belief was in Wiesel's mind is vividly presented in Moshe's teachings and their fragmented conversations:

...There is a terrible power hidden within every question, which lies within its answer. By asking God questions, man can approach God and learn to understand him little by little. God has been answering man's questions unceasingly in his own way, but we cannot understand them with our limited knowledge and wisdom. However, these answers lie deep within ourselves, and we have to search for them ourselves.
-"Then why do you pray, Moshe?"
-"I pray that God will give me the strength to ask the right questions."

At the end of 1942, Wiesel first heard from Moshe the description of the atrocities of the Gestapo army on the Jews. After the Jews from all over Sighet, Wiesel's hometown, were brought by train to the border of Hungary under the order of the Nazi overlords and entered Poland, the Gestapo stopped the train one after another and ordered the passengers to dig graves. After the graves were dug, the Jews were shot one by one and thrown into the graves. The children were used as target practice by being thrown in front of the machine guns. No one in Sighet believed Moshe's words, who had miraculously escaped with his life. Wiesel himself also did not believe this hellish description.
As 1944 approached, the news of the Nazis' terrible defeat on the Russian front spread throughout the houses in Sighet. People began to pack their bags with hope, believing that the war was over. Until then, Wiesel's family had planned to sell all their property and business and move to Palestine, but the senior Wiesel did not agree. Alas! If only he had agreed! At that time, the fascist party had taken power in Budapest, the capital of Hungary. The Hungarian regent, Miklós Horthy, was forced to form a new government with the Nazi-supported fascist party, Nyilas. Taking this opportunity, the Nazi army finally began to enter Hungary. The persecution of the Jews in Budapest began. The distance from Budapest to Sighet is less than 30 miles.
In memory of the Israelites' exodus from Egypt as described in the Hebrew Bible, the Jews have the custom of observing Passover for eight days. On the seventh day of Passover, the Hungarian police entered the houses of the Jews in Sighet and announced that from that day on, the Jews could no longer keep any gold jewelry or valuable documents with them. If these were not handed over to the "appropriate authorities" within a specified time, the penalty would be death. Like many other families, the senior Wiesel also hid his valuable items and savings in the cellar. The prohibitions gradually increased: the Jews could not go to restaurants, take trains, go to synagogues, or walk on the streets after 6 pm... When all these things became a reality, the ghetto came.
Two ghettos were established in Sighet, and the Wiesel family's house was located in the first and larger neighborhood. Several of their neighbors also took refuge in their house. It was from this ghetto that the Wiesel family was taken by train to the Auschwitz concentration camp. Wiesel described in detail the day when the people of Sighet were put on the train to Auschwitz. At 8 am, everyone was woken up from sleep and gathered in the square. Then the roll call was carried out, once, twice, three times... twenty times. In the intense heat, the people of Sighet stood under the scorching sun for hours. The children's throats were dry, and there was no way to get food or water. If they asked, they would be hit with the butt of the police rifle. Finally, after enduring the unbearable heat of the April sun for five hours, at 1 pm, the Jews were told to board the cursed train. Wiesel mentioned the joy and excitement of the passengers as the train departed. Unfortunately, these people thought that the long and painful wait for the train to depart was the end of their suffering. They thought that nothing could be more torturous than this, not even hell!

Never shall I forget that night, the first night in camp, which has turned my life into one long night, seven times cursed and seven times sealed.
Never shall I forget that smoke.
Never shall I forget the little faces of the children, whose bodies I saw turned into wreaths of smoke beneath a silent blue sky.
Never shall I forget those flames which consumed my faith forever.
Never shall I forget that nocturnal silence which deprived me, for all eternity, of the desire to live.
Never shall I forget those moments which murdered my God and my soul and turned my dreams to dust.
Never shall I forget these things, even if I am condemned to live as long as God Himself.
Never.

In August 1944, the Wiesel family was transferred to the third Auschwitz camp, Buna. Wiesel described in detail an experience in the Buna camp that completely destroyed his strong belief in God. In order to assist in official tasks such as keeping records of prisoners and the proper application of the legal system, the Nazis appointed Kapos or captains from among the prisoners in the concentration camps. The Kapos are very curious characters in the history of the concentration camps. Although they were prisoners themselves, their behavior towards other ordinary prisoners was just like that of the Nazis. There were also many cases of the Kapos killing other prisoners. On the other hand, when the need for Kapos arose, the Nazis would send them to the gas chambers as well. As assistants to the Kapos, there were attractive-faced boy children, who were called pipel. Wiesel said that these young boys "served" their respective Kapos; it is not clear whether this "serving" was sexual, but the possibility is high. Imitating their masters, the pipels also became Nazis one by one. Wiesel mentioned the story of a 13-year-old pipel who beat his own father to death for the crime of not making the bed. In the camps, if the prisoners did not obey the orders, they were often hanged and made to face the gallows. Wiesel witnessed the hanging of a pipel. Because the child's body was extremely small and immature compared to the noose, the noose could not fit tightly around his neck, so his breathing was blocked, but it only prolonged his death. After being hung for an hour and a half, the child finally died. When witnessing this terrible scene, someone among the prisoners cried out, "Where is God?" In his heart, Wiesel answered, "God is hanging on that gallows in front of us." Wiesel never regained his belief. The Wiesel, who once had a simple and innocent belief, spent the rest of his life trying to explain all these atrocities by placing God on a pedestal.
"Night" is not just the story of one Elie Wiesel's hellish suffering. There are millions of Wiesels who have lost all their family members, including their parents, siblings, and relatives. They have endured cold, hunger, malnutrition, and the brutality of humans. The Holocaust genocide is being downplayed as a massacre of a specific group of people, which is a great disrespect to the people who died and those who survived. There has been a lot of research on the enormity of the Holocaust genocide, and the authenticity of the memoirs written by the prisoners has been verified in various ways. If you go to the Auschwitz museum today, you will see row after row of rooms, each filled from floor to ceiling with the hair, shoes, and clothes of the prisoners. The count of six million deaths is becoming more and more certain. Many of the world-famous representatives of Islam, who teach that if someone unjustly kills even one person, it is equivalent to killing all of humanity, do not recognize the Holocaust. Palestinian President Mahmoud Abbas wants to play with the number of people killed in the Holocaust, sometimes saying it is almost a million, sometimes saying it is "a few million." Then he denies that he said these things during the Israel-Palestine conflict, and after ten years, he will probably deny it again! For political reasons, Muslim leaders barbarically change their positions on such a heinous genocide. There are accusations that Iranian President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad has denied the Holocaust, and Bangladeshi fanatics are outraged by the plight of the shirt he tore for the sake of the greater Muslim ummah. There are also accusations against Iran's current "supreme leader," Khamenei. Influenced by their ideologies, Bangladeshi Muslims are strongly influenced and learn to hate Jews. Hitler's saying, "If I could, I would kill all the Jews. I would only leave a few alive so that the world would know why I killed them," has become very popular on the Facebook pages of Bangladeshi Muslims. There is enough doubt as to whether this saying was originally Hitler's, but in the face of emotions, especially religious emotions, reason is worthless. In order to uphold the flag of their own religion, Bangladeshi Muslims consider Hitler a great man. Isn't it strange that the question of the millions of martyrs of the Liberation War will come from the descendants of these people?
I am disgusted by these false emotions of the Bangladeshi people. Why did I describe the excessive love of the Bangladeshi people for religionism and Marxism, two opposite ideals, and other "isms" in between as a sexual term like orgasm? Because Bangladesh is the most densely populated country in the world. The language of sexuality is the most talked about and read here.