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In July 1999, a new religion was established in China. This time, it was about Buddhism, a Buddhism-based practice. The country's propaganda machine has destroyed the practice and arrested hundreds of thousands of students. Many people have been tortured to death. When I think back, it's just like a dream. When I was little, people told me that I was a good and adorable girl. My mom said I paid too much attention to my appearance. My mom is a teacher at No. 1 elementary school in Lutai. There's a saying in my town that a teacher from that school is as powerful as the mayor. At that time, all officials in our town asked their children to come to this school to be taught by my mom. A big eagle flies from the North Sea to the South Sea in the same amount of wind, up to 90,000 miles. But it has to wait until June every year when the wind blows the most to fly as high as that. This is also the meaning behind the name. Buddha, it's raining. Let's go. Back then, I was a very happy kid. But later on, my father was taken to the labor camp, and my mom was adhered to her school. I lived with my mom in a very small room in our school. A female teacher was with us every night at night. We couldn't go grocery shopping. We could only take a shower once a month. Both mom and I had a fever. I became very low self-esteem at that time, because I saw on TV that my father was handcuffed and was pulled in on camera. According to TV, the police have quickly arrested Mr. Lee Chun-kun and others. They are investigating all government agencies and offices to arrest those who committed the crime. My father was a TV anchor. He was very famous. Maybe that's the reason he was treated like that. I couldn't understand why people who used to be my father's friends used to be his friends. Police officers, you misunderstood. Why did you arrest us? Come here. You want to run? Before the persecution started, but local French teachers in our neighborhood came to my home to study French, to read a book. But one night, nobody came. The tatami mats were still on our living room floor, but nobody came after that. People say that life is a cycle, and it really is. When I was little, my parents would always take me to the park to join the group exercises, the Falun Gong. After the persecution began, we suddenly became the enemy of the state overnight. I used to believe that good is good, bad is bad, truth is never false, and the false is never true. As time went by, I started to realize that sometimes things flipped upside down. So I don't have to look at the world the same way as everyone else. I should drink more lotion to make my voice sound better. Hello, can you hear me? Director, you have a message. Hey, can you adjust your hair on the right side a little bit? There's a few strands of hair sticking out. When I was little, I always saw my father on TV, and now I'm following in his footsteps. Life is just interesting. In our times, the pain feels endless. But now, when I look back, I would not have existed at that time if I wouldn't have been alive to do this. When I was in first grade, because my father was not around, I was often bullied. Hey, you French boy. Once, I forget why, but a group of boys came up to me and beat me. Maybe they thought I was an easy target because I didn't know what to tell me. I felt a bit wronged, and told my mom about it. But I said to her, it's okay, because a traditionary should accept. My mom said I did the right thing. Tian Tan, China, 2001 We had no money to buy new clothes, so I had to wear old clothes. My mom thought that these clothes were maybe a little bit too short for me, and so the mom cut them to make them longer. They looked funny, but they were nice. The new clothes looked really weird, but they were just right for me. My family's living situation used to be really good, but all of a sudden, everything became miserable. Everything was like, I almost became the poorest in my class. At that time, my mom was not allowed to teach. She was assigned to some hard work. Many parents wanted to teach, but couldn't do anything. They just wasn't happy that such a good teacher was not allowed to teach. In August, 2001, at a meeting in the United Nations, the International Education Development Association, IED, pointed out that the suicide bombing in Tian'anmen was a fake propaganda aimed at the French. It was related to a political scheme. The IED also provided evidence, which was analyzed in the video about the suicide bombing for the members at the meeting. At that time, we found changes in a lot of publications and DVDs. We made many effects, and later someone reported my mom. Don't watch it anymore. Turn it off. Where did you get this DVD? I got it from Ms. Wang Huiquan. She distributed DVDs to all the teachers in grade 4. Who else did she give it to? I don't know. Ms. Wang, you should accept the propaganda from the party and the government. Haven't you seen the poster? The suicide bombing was just a fake propaganda aimed at the French. This is not the right time to talk. One day, I saw my mom surrounded by many teachers. It was a very big room with a lot of people there. When they saw me, they said to my mom, you may stay with your child for a while. Then my mom told me, Fuyao, you have to run away. You should listen to your grandma. You should be a good kid to your grandma. At that time, I had no idea what was going on. I asked, where were you going? Why did you say that? That afternoon, all the officials in the school were searching my mom like crazy. The police also searched around, but they didn't find her. Hey, there's still one seat left. There's only 25 seats for one person. The bus is about to leave. There's still one seat left. Hey, there's still one seat left. Get on the bus. There's still one seat left. I had nowhere to go. I had no one to take me with us. I just sat on the bus. I boarded the bus at 2 p.m. It was dark outside. After escaping from my hometown, I stayed in a few different places, like Ha Bac and Truong Gia Kho. I also went to Beijing. I met another practitioner who also ran away from where my mom lived. We just hooked up flyers together and put up signs. Later in the evening, Ha Bac police found out that we put up these signs, so we left the city. It was time for the G348 to depart to Thach Gia Trang. Passengers on the G348 were happy to bring their luggage and move to the west to get on board. All passengers noticed that it was time for the G348 to depart. They were happy to get on board and get on bus number 4 to depart. They were happy to bring all their luggage and move to Thach Gia Trang and follow the instructions of the security guard to not bring anything on board. Hey, wait a minute. Check your luggage. Where are you going? Beijing. Yo, practicing Falun Gong. Hey, I found a Falun Gong practitioner. The guard was very excited. Wow, Falun Gong. Like he wouldn't worry because he would get a cash reward for that. At that time I couldn't run away because there were a few people to meet that practitioner and me. But I didn't know what would happen to her if I escaped. So I didn't leave. I threw materials everywhere. I shouted. People fed lies. Those who set themselves on fire on campus would not practice Falun Gong. Then a lot of police ran towards me. The government is lying. Come here. Let me go. Don't pick it up. Put it down. Don't pick it up. Let me go. I found a woman practicing Falun Gong at Gaha North. Let me go. Today, Tuyet Thuy Duc will be in class. Chen Chen, which class is quiet? Tuyet Thuy Duc is still in class. By the way, tomorrow, all of you have to go to school to sign up for Falun Gong. Do you understand? Everyone has to sign up. Let's see those who practice Falun Gong. Last night, I heard TV. Why did you say that? You used to be a friend of my parents. I also know they have become stronger since they practiced Falun Gong. What are you talking about? Your parents are in jail. How dare you say Falun Gong is good? He said, how dare you say Falun Gong is good while your parents are in jail? At that moment, I really had no idea how to respond. So I didn't say a word. I felt I was single at heart. But I couldn't tell my family what happened. So I just cried alone. As I grew up, I have a doubt in my heart. Should I persist or not? Do you miss your mom? If you want your mom to come home, you have to cry loudly when you see her. You have to cry loudly. Do you hear me? There are guests who want to see you. Mom, teacher. When I first saw my mom, she looked different from before. I didn't know if she was abused or not allowed to eat. She looked skinny. But her hug was still so warm. I put my head on her shoulder and touched her hair. Then she turned me around to redo my ponytail. After she made my hair, I cherished it so much that I don't want to cut it down or wash it. Teacher. Do you want your mom to come home to take care of you or stay here to persist with your mom's faith? Stay, mom. Do you hate your mom? No. Later, she told me that meeting her was a big encouragement and she felt relieved. It was very hard back then. I was looked down on and left out. Especially for a young girl, that made me feel sadder. But I knew Pháp Luân Đại Pháp was right. In the past stories, those noble people who took writing might be executed or be deprived of their rights or even be killed. But they always stayed innocent and clean. Their names are remembered forever. I was arrested in Hà Bắc, in a detention center. We started an understrike. I was detained for 11 days and I was in jail for that. What did you do to her? So cruel! Are you still human? Get out! How dare you do that? Shut up! How dare you shout? Shout again! Who is cruel? Huh? How dare you speak? Speak again! He slapped me with a lot of force. I heard a big humming and then all of a sudden I couldn't hear anything. Since then, my hearing has been bad. My daughter visited me twice a year. During school time, our family wouldn't allow her to come either. But when the school was not in session, I visibly looked forward to her visit. Mom! Free her! Mom! Free her! Because my parents were not around, I felt very sad. Like all of a sudden, I need to become more mature and I need to take care of myself. I knew I should not disturb any adults or make any trouble. I should just stay home, go to school, eat well, get healthy. I just wanted to be a good kid like my parents told me to be humble, kind and forbearing. In my understanding, practicing is to be a better kid than the other kids and being the best kid you can be. My parents were not around so I lived with them and my mom told me that I was 10. I heard a lot of kids playing outside and I wanted to play with them but I didn't dare to. They all knew I was not the child of this family so I knew I had to stay here. I was afraid like before after playing for a while their parents would run away from me because I have no future and living near me would be dangerous for their kids. On one visiting day, I was not allowed to see my family because I refused to give up my belief. There was a sandstorm outside a very severe sandstorm. The sky was very dark. Others who had visitors all gathered together in the morning. I felt sad that nobody from my family came to visit me. In the afternoon, around 2 p.m., a prison guard took me out and said your family is waiting to see you and your kid is here. You can wait here. Mom! The girl came in from behind me and when I saw her, my heart was wrenching. Her whole face and her hair were covered in sand except her eyes. Her face was covered in mud. When I saw that, my tears just fell out of my eyes. She said, Mom, don't cry. My grandmoms are outside. The police didn't let them in. Then she said, Mom, I have good news for you. Dad will be freed in 2 years or months. I know the news and I felt sad when I heard her say that. But despite that, whenever I saw her, she always appeared delighted. She shone like the sun. Even on the day of the sandstorm, when her face covered in dust, she still looked radiant. The thing I fear most in the prison is not the physical suffering but the forced brainwashing. They have quoted to brainwash the French law students. Their emotions and voices will depend on this. What is the so-called transformation? The police torture you by all means so that you can't break your physical and mental limits. They want you to give in under extreme conditions. They force you to write all kinds of statements to renounce your belief against your will. You are forced to write them over and over and over again. They make you do these shameful things. This so-called transformation and the pain that brings is unbearable. Once, they wouldn't let me sit in the longest position but I still did that because sitting in the longest position helps me to strengthen my positive thoughts. I didn't do that because I didn't want to fall for their brainwashing tactics. The prisoners in prison were really angry so they hit me. One started and others had to follow because they needed to show they followed those instructions. Some of them actually wanted to but they had to face it while some others beat the hell out of me. At that time, I recall what my husband told me before. He said, if you are involved in a group fight you just hold one person and punch him or her intensively and the earlier you punch that one person the sooner they will let you go. Then I thought, this inmate is much shorter than me. If I beat her fucking easily I should be able to beat her. But I kept my hands down while she was beating me. Actually, I thought to punch her back a few times but I remembered my teacher's words that we shouldn't hit back or hit or pull back when someone insults you. I shouldn't fight back. So I decided to interrupt without punching back. The first time I wrote to my mom when I was living with her in my aunt's house I asked my mom, what should I write? She said, you can advise your mom to be steadfast in her belief. I didn't know how to express that so I thought of using the word principle. Everyone has their own principles and we should stick to the principles no matter what situation they run into. I usually use the green ink that I use for my homework to write to my mom but in this particular sentence I use black ink to emphasize the meaning of the sentence so that she could read the meaning that I want to emphasize. These are the letters that I've been holding for years. I've read them a lot. Sometimes I make time to finish my homework. Reading the letters makes me feel more comfortable. I will have a little more attitude when I'm ready to face another day. It really was a kind of building the heart even though we were so far apart. Reading the letters gives me the feeling of having my mom and dad right there beside me and didn't feel so depressed anymore. Mom, how are you? Mom, how do you feel recently? Are you eating well? Did they beat you again? This semester I feel very different. Teacher Xu put me in charge of a lot of important things in the class but I'm not very responsible. Not only that, but my grades are also going down and I'm no longer your good daughter. Mom, I need a new friend Sun Jia. At the beginning of this semester her grades were not as good as mine but now she's much better than me. I don't know why but these days she always avoids me and doesn't talk to me. When I approach her she shows his way as if I'm infected. Maybe it's because of my grades or my comments or maybe it's because of my family situation. Police, do you have any letter for me? Police, do you have any letter for me this month? Dear daughter, how are you? I received your letter. Although we can only write to each other once a month, I can see that you're not doing very well in many ways since you went to middle school in 6th grade. Like you, I feel sad when you're losing a friend. I agree with your reasons to why Sun Jia left you. As you can see, if people don't work hard and don't respect others or lose their best friends even though they're fine in clothes, let them wear stuff. Let them learn from this lesson. Respect others and treat others well. If you treat them well, you will find everything will be fine. Thank you for the beautiful carpet. I think you and dad are my best friends, aren't you? I'm confused. Why have I become the kind of girl that everyone hates? I'm so selfish now. I often fight and argue with my classmates. I even push my deskmate to the ground. So I don't have many good friends. And I like to speak to them. So I don't have many good friends. And I like to speak to other people. How shall I improve myself? Hey, Li Piao, your letter. Your mom is in prison. From the Royal Society of Women's Prison in Tianjin to Li Fujiao, Ning Ha, Tianjin. In the previous class, we talked about the anti-prison struggle and the Great Leap Forward. Since 1953, China has begun to industrialize socialism and to develop socialism for private enterprises. Dear daughter, how are you? After reading your letter, I'm very happy. You can see your dad and I as your real friends. Thank you for your trust. I know you regret something you did recently. Please don't feel too bad. How can you be a girl who makes everyone hate you? If you smile a lot and are nice to others, who will hate a happy and nice little girl? Do you still remember the country song by my friend, called My Desire? Please imagine, if many years later, your current classmate wants to write a song called My Desire, what will he write about you? Just joking. You will be many more friends with your sincerity. When I first entered the prison, I had a thought. They deprived me of the best time to educate my child. They deprived me of the best years of my life. What is left is my life, nothing else. I want to persist in my belief, my way of life. In prison, they don't allow you to sit with your legs straight because they think you are practicing meditation with your legs across. I asked people to sit with their legs straight. The police used all kinds of methods to stop me from sitting in lotus position. They cuffed me to my bed and then started a hunger strike. The first time when I was cuffed to the bed, I felt pain all over. Then I started to recite the scriptures by my teacher. I remembered teacher wrote in the scripture of the path. Cultivation is hard. It's hard in that even when a terrible climate strikes, even when evil madly persecutes, and even when your life is at stake, you still have to be able to step fast and continue on your path of cultivation without letting anything in human society interfere with the steps you take on your path of cultivation. Enlightenment in the modern human world rules and fission when you teach the path evil practices are bound to interfere with the world. The path and the demonic ways are taught at the same time and in the same time. Amidst the three path falls one and nothing is important. No distinction bound to be exceptional in the human world. Those who really have a predestined relationship with Khen Rinpoche will come one after another entering the Tao and obtaining the path. They will distinguish the righteous from the evil, obtain the protections, lighten their bonds, enhance their wisdom, enrich their hearts, and lift up their minds. Such a smooth life. So wonderful to strive forward with every effort to live the world without direction and with poor enlightenment quality, live for money and die for power, being joyful or anxious over petty gains. They compete bitterly against each other, thus accruing karma throughout their lives. I kept reciting these scriptures and this strengthened my resolve to go forward. I thought no matter how hard this path would be, even if I was struck or beaten, I will go forward. On the fifth day, they released me from the bed. One of the inmates brought a basin for me to wash my face. The concerting child asked me, why did you suffer so much just to sit in a sitting position? I said, because this is the sitting position of the Buddha. It is the most noble position. She smiled and didn't say anything. Dear daughter, how are you? A few days ago, I sent you a letter. I wonder if you have received it. Are you in good mood now? Do you have a smile on your face? I always pray for your happiness, health, and a balanced mindset. Ms. Vuong, can you help me write a letter to my son? I have to take a break from school to sell vegetables. Please help me stop my son. OK, I will help you. Listen, please write me a letter to your husband. Tell him to send me a letter. OK, OK. Don't you know that he has someone else? Buddha, do you know that a person will encounter all kinds of challenges in their life. On a smaller scale, there might be misunderstandings from parents, siblings, classmates, or teachers. On a big scale, you may be wrong by country. If someone is a little distrustful or misunderstanding and he thinks a little, then he will have to die too many times. When you were little, you liked to read and rest when you were little. In that, it is hard to get a human body. It is hard to be born in a kingdom. It is hard to hear the law. Life is so precious. Never give up. I felt like I had grown up already. During middle school and high school, I had to struggle a lot. But for now, I have some complaints about my relatives who are kind of rebellious. I wondered, what is the point of living? Why can't my life be normal like everyone else's? Why are my parents not around me? Why is the school environment like this? Why don't I have money or anything else? So I asked my mom, and she replied, Mom replied, let me come home to nature. Look at the green meadows with flying dragonflies, the clever mantis, the gliding orangutans, the leisurely fish, the fine spiderwebs. These tiny living beings manifest nature's kindness like their diversity. When the spring flowers are blown off our branches by the wind, do you hear them blowing? When the autumn moon is covered by the clouds, do you hear them whistling? When the summer rain dances with the rain, do you hear them laughing? When the snow is melted by the sun, does it cry? Because they know that bitterness and happiness are all the feelings of life. They are all the elements of the universe. Just like how you once encouraged me, happiness is the happiness but pain is also beautiful, isn't it? Human beings are one of the wisest of creatures. We can feel the meaning of life even more. My child, you are a wonderful element of the universe. How do you feel now? Come with me to enjoy the lotus blooming in the pond. Do you know not all lotus seeds bloom when the seeds are spread in the mud? Some seeds seem powerful to the muds. They don't believe beautiful flowers can grow from the mud. They die out of depression. Some other seeds are so sick of the mud's smell and filthiness that they will quarrel all day because of this. At the end of the process, they mislead the season. Turned out, they later became part of the mud. But there are also seeds that quietly follow the sarcasm of the mud and try to get along with it and absorb nutrients from the mud. They believe that sooner or later they will grow into beautiful flowers. Finally, they ran through the mud and entered the sacred lotus seeds. To thank the mud, they leave a white body in the mud. From those lotus seeds, each different mindset produces a different result. The day Mama was released from prison, we went to pick her up. From far away, she looked like she was glowing. Her skin was so fair and wearing the new clothes we bought for her. She looked completely different from seven years ago. She looked so beautiful. Her skin looked totally different. Scantone used to be a little yellow, but that day when we saw her, she was so fair. From afar, she looked like a lotus flower. A prison guard who used to be in charge of me, she ran over. She held my arm and said, please don't hate me, please don't hate me. I could feel her guilt for persecuting me until the prison guard defeated me. I could feel it. I could feel that everyone has a signature in their heart. That gives me a feeling of relief. For me, their return home was a milestone for me. I no longer have to wonder when will my parents come back. I don't have to think about that anymore. Then, I started to think about what I have been wanting for all these years. For a few days, I was thinking about that. A few days later, at noon one day, I saw my mom told her I want to practice cultivation now. It was like a new chapter for my life. My childhood had passed. I needed to be serious about how to live up to the standards of a cultivated kid, which is more than just building a kid. After so many years I felt it was unfair and I had resentment. But the master told me what you have to do without anger or resentment is the forbearance of the cultivator. I then realized this mindset, this spirit is what a practitioner should achieve. I just felt I suddenly understood everything. I understood everything that day. After being released from prison, the Fujiao family could not go back to their old job. The police still followed them and harassed them. In 2014, the whole family fled from China to flee to the US. Currently, Fujiao is working at an independent news channel in New York. This media channel broadcasts neutral news, especially not through Chinese censorship.