Friendship in it's purest form-

Friendship in Its Purest Form: A Lesson from “The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas”

Some movies don’t just entertain; they stay with you, making you question, reflect, and feel deeply. The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas was one such experience for me and my 12-year-old son. As we watched, we saw friendship in its purest form—two boys from different worlds, stripped of everything but their innocence, giving all they had to each other.

When the movie ended, my son turned to me, his eyes filled with disbelief. “Mummy, this isn’t true, is it?” How do you explain such cruelty to a child? How do you make them understand that history is filled with unimaginable pain, yet moments of kindness still existed within it?

Their friendship was simple—no expectations, no conditions, no selfish motives. Just two souls who found comfort in each other. And yet, the world around them, shaped by the decisions of adults, took everything away. I couldn’t help but think, what if adults thought the same way? What if we nurtured friendships like children do—without calculations, without keeping score?

I have been fortunate to experience deep, meaningful friendships. But I have also known the pain of the opposite—connections that felt like begging for the bare minimum, where giving was never reciprocated, and where the word ‘friend’ was used too lightly. Yet, even for them, I pray. Not because I owe them kindness, but because I have learned that true friendship is not about what you receive, but about the love you hold in your heart.

As I looked at my son, I saw the reflection of my younger self—someone who believed in the beauty of connection, in the purity of human bonds. I hope he always cherishes friendship in its truest form. And I hope, as adults, we can learn from children like Bruno and Shmuel—because in the end, it’s not about who we are, where we come from, or what we have. It’s about how we love, how we give, and how we stand by the ones who matter.

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