A book on Princess Noor Inayat Khan reminds The Funky Ghetto Hijabi of a visit to Dachau, among other things:

The full import of what that place really meant was only brought home to me by the two Korean students who I had befriended and visited the camp with. While looking at an exhibit about the horrendous medical experiments conducted on prisoners at the camp they both began crying hysterically. They were upset because similar experiments and other atrocities had been done to their own people by the Japanese army during WWII but they didn’t have anything to memorialize the victims because the Japanese government hasn’t fully acknowledged that such experiments happened..[..] It was only then that I began to cry, but I still don’t know if I was crying for their pain, the pain of the victims of the Japanese medical experiments, the victims of the Nazi medical experiments, or all the Jews, Roma, homosexuals, prisoners of war, and communists who died at Dachau. So maybe, without even knowing anything about her, I cried for Noor Inayat Khan.