In an old story, on a cold Christmas night, a little girl was selling boxes of matches, she wanted to sell what she had before she got home, but the people on the street rushed home before it was time for dinner. They might have come across her trying to catch up, showing off her boxes, but it was hard to spot a poor, dirty girl. Snow covered the streets and the houses, and the cold gnawed at her little feet, and she hid in a corner between two houses, crumpled up on herself for warmth. So she lit a match, and it radiated some warmth, and a light ignited her imagination with beautiful things. Warmth and dreams came together in one torch, so she lit the second, then the third, then the fourth, and dreams followed like a glorious tape of tales. Her tender grandmother appeared to her, and she wanted to stay as long as possible. She lit what was left of her matches, and she had what she wanted. The grandmother took her in her bosom and took her to heaven, where there is no cold, no hunger, no poverty. This is the story of the famous “The Match Girl” by the genius writer Hans Christian Andersen, which we read at an age when we believed all the ideas that came to the imagination, and we were not aware of what the Match Girl really needed. was not to sell all the matches and go live with two tough parents. She needed attention, love and affection.
In yet another reading of this story, we will discover that it is not addressed to children between five and nine, for anyone who has not recovered from his childhood will return to it and perhaps read it to his children or grandchildren, but in truth he seeks that flame of warmth from which the tender grandmother emerged, and that warm embrace that Peerless One. The list of beautiful dreams ends when the grandmother appears, and the girls immediately light the remaining matches, in a mythical scene, as if someone gambles with his last card for a bet, and then she is the winner.
After finding Grandma’s bosom, the little girl will no longer need dreams. We know she got everything she wanted. Nothing but love provides us with sufficiency when it is available, and perhaps the feeling of sadness that struck bystanders after the discovery of the girl’s body the next day, accompanied by a great sense of guilt as an inevitable consequence of what happens did, the price of love was very low, and with this it was difficult to give it at his time, If the price of love is equal to the price of a matchbox, why didn’t the girl sell her few boxes?
Ah, it was all about time, everyone was bound by time, and the festival, associated with the rites of family gathering around the dinner table, with all its beauty and many joys, is an appointment not to be missed. Since time immemorial, time has been the first and last enemy of man, and it is what motivates him to follow a certain behavior, including showing his evil or good face. Regardless of the different nature of people due to genetic, social or cultural inheritance, time plays an important role in making that nature change.
It happens that we die in childhood, without life completely leaving us, so we remain caught between two worlds, neither the world of adulthood nor the world of childhood. It is bad to get rid of the stories that shook our feelings in the beautiful time of innocence, we sincerely interacted with our young heroes and understood the lesson that complicated life later.
The idea of another life after suffering on earth, the alluring and dazzling idea of extending time to infinity, and the idea of death itself, whether gruesome or poetic, remains a good idea to create exciting elements in every story. Death is a recurring element in literature, and it can be central to a literary work, as it is in the story “The Match Girl” when the end of suffering is associated with the death of the girl, and the death the shape of a beautiful journey to a better world.
The story certainly brings out the social misery that was known in the nineteenth century in some parts of the world, including Anderson’s own country, Denmark. The roots of this story go back to a bitter reality experienced by his grandmother, who as a child practiced begging. , and slept under a bridge one winter night. There is no doubt that the grandmother, who told her story to her grandchildren, did not know that Hans Christian’s little heart would not forgive the wealthy class for its exaggerated selfishness, so he formulates the story with his own visions, imagining him the children of the poor, who were absent from their lives simple things on winter evenings, like a stove that burns in it Firewood, a cooked goose and candles that illuminate the house, three ingredients that provide warmth, light and a sense of security shorten.
When we talk about death and loss, we need to dwell on the amount of pain that enters our hearts and stays there. We lived a childhood without psychological preparations for the life cycle, so we learn about death through shock, while psychologists have revealed that stories like “The Match Girl” are a good model for introducing a child to death before it really happens, but with some corrections, so it must be read again My eyes are mature and aware.
First, death cannot be a beautiful journey to heaven, to heaven, or to any place we may imagine, and think that it will comfort a child. Death is an eternal absence and the end of life for every living being. There is nothing wrong with learning the lessons of life and death from the nature around us, and contemplating nature through its four seasons, and its many living creatures that multiply, grow and die… But does man in its life cycle like the life cycle of cats, birds and dogs, or even flowers, fruits and insects? This is the next idea after we are convinced of the first. We always think that the flower that dies will bloom in a new form next spring, since it never occurs to us that when every living thing dies we lose it forever, even if the pleasure of owning flowers is linked to their beautiful appearance, even though its life is short, the human-to-human relationship is complex, and many factors control it. Anderson used the intersections of poverty and wealth, cold and warmth, evil and good, indifference and tenderness, and life and death to paint two different worlds that form the warping picture of humanity. The author used the harsh scenes of life to move the dead pronouns, he searched through his little girl for a warm touch, for a tender embrace, for an opportunity to get a little love.
In every detail of this delightful and sad story, we learn how to fight for survival in life, and if a tender hand had reached us in time, we would not have died early…
It happens that we die in childhood, without life completely leaving us, so we remain caught between two worlds, neither the world of adulthood nor the world of childhood. It is bad to get rid of the stories that shook our feelings in the beautiful time of innocence, we sincerely interacted with our young heroes and understood the lesson that complicated life later. There is nothing wrong with satisfying old desires with a new and renewed reading of them, and with searching for ourselves when we feel that we have lost our way. Every child demands the dose of love he needs, and if he does not take it in time, it will turn into a deadly disease, it will spread and consume it, like fire if it does not get something to eat, it will eat yourself
It is sad that today’s children may not know the matches, nor have they heard of Anderson’s stories, and perhaps in a few years they will not see paper books and stories written for them by authors who for two hundred years lived, and did not preserve them. their magic, but it is more sad that the cold remains the same, and maybe it gets harder year by year because of great environmental changes, and that the number of children who die in the world because of the cold is enormous, and those who die because of the coldness of emotions is an unimaginable number.
Poet and journalist from Bahrain