Compassionate People Cannot Find an Inch of Peaceful Soil in the Land of China

By the Daughter of a Falun Dafa Practitioner - a teenager who does not Practise Falun Dafa

My family was very poor, my mother had all sorts of diseases. She was always exhausted after heavy work. Although my father travelled everywhere, our lives were hard. Since I was very young, I worried about our future. My mother always piously believed in God, however, I didn't see any hope until my parents started to learn Falun Dafa in 1998. My father would lose his temper easily in the past. After practising, he became more kind. My mother miraculously recovered from her illnesses and her face glowed with health. I saw the wonder of Falun Dafa and there was hope in my heart. Although I didn't formally practise Falun Dafa, I admired Falun Dafa from the bottom of my heart and was proud to live in this family.

However, the ungrounded attacks against Falun Gong seemed to blot out the sky and cover up the earth. My parents, my uncle, my aunt and my 77-year-old grandmother were arrested. I was young and left at home by myself. At that time I was facing exams in high school. I could not calm down and was always thinking about something else while in class. But I firmly believed that my family members were all very kind; abiding by the law and always the first ones to submit all kinds of taxes, or donate blood. After the faked Tiananmen self-immolation case, my school tried to force me to sign on their signature board against Dafa. I firmly refused. At that time, I felt everything was abnormal. I was wondering whether the high-level leaders of the nation had mental problems. Everyday, I dreaded hearing the bell at the end of school, because my home was not a home any more. Our door had been locked all day long. There were pigs and chickens with nobody to take care of them. My home was ransacked, all kinds of stuff had been pulled out and thrown everywhere in the house. At that time I knew that an aunt and uncle were trying to borrow money from everywhere saying that they had to turn in money to bail my detained family members out. My family had been very poor and now we had such heavy debts plus several thousand Yuan in fines. I felt that this was the end of the road.

After my parents were released, the township government, police substation and Party committee of my village harassed us and ransacked our home. Only a few months later my mother was forcibly taken to a brainwashing class and my father had to leave home. I had to live by myself again. I had nightmares almost every night. I felt so afraid whenever I saw a police car. Sometimes, I stayed at my grandmother's home for a while. But I often saw police cars around my grandmother's home. They tried to force her to write a pledge. Otherwise, they would arrest her again. Kind people could not find an inch of peaceful soil in the broad land of China. Wherever anyone travels, the bad people are doing as they please; the good people swallow the insults and still incur fatal disasters.

I was anxiously awaiting the results of my exam from high school in desperation. Even though I suffered much interference, I bit the inside of my mouth in order to keep on studying. Studying is my only hope to get out of this desperate situation. My record is at the medium high level, so at least I can go to a medium level high school. However, the students who have worse records than I all received their results, but I was left out. Later I found out there were two reasons: I didn't sign on the self-immolation case signature board and my parents practise Falun Gong.

I don't have too much sorrow. I'm still proud of being the daughter of Falun Dafa practitioners. But I could not stop my anger toward that scum of the human world. Jiang Zemin has damaged so many happy families. Nobody really knows how bad his punishment will be in the future.

Chinese version available at http://www.minghui.org/mh/articles/2003/3/17/46612.html