A Belated Mothers Day Greeting After Years of Persecution
No matter how her appearance has changed, in my heart my Mom is the most beautiful mother in the world.
Distant stars, silent in the dark sky, a little child, missing his mother Whenever I hear this famous Chinese song from the 90s, even though it may be freezing winter, I feel like I am surrounded by fluffy wool. Taking a deep breath, it feels like I am surrounded by the special aroma of wool, and it warmly fills my heart.
When I was a child, I never needed to worry about the bitter cold in North Chinas winters.
Mother would knit me woolen sweater and woolen pants before winter set in. All my friends envied me because I had several warm, woolen sweaters colorfully decorated with cute rabbits or deer to change into.
My mother would stay up late into the night in order to knit me a sweater. In the lamps light, her needles slowly flowed. When I was young, mother sent me to learn drawing, dancing, and the piano. She wanted her daughter to be excellent. However I always escaped and played with my friends instead. When she found out she was disappointed.
Although my family is not rich mother made sure I never wanted for anything. I had all the things other children had, as well as the things other children didnt have. Sometimes my mother rode her bicycle all over the city, searching everywhere for a pair of red dancing shoes or a pair of white socks I needed.
In 1997 my mother and I start to practice Falun Gong. That was the happiest time of our lives. Every day before the sun rose, mother brought a tape recorder and blanket and we went to the exercise site. Nothing could stop us, no matter the weather.
In 1999, the Chinese Communist Party began persecuting Falun Gong. China was attacked by evil and darkness and it spread over the whole country. Every night, mother would bring me with her on her bicycle and we distributed materials that exposed the persecution.
Later my mother was illegally detained three tim! es. When I was in high school and university, the relationship between my mother and me was unprecedentedly tense. I argued with her whenever I returned home from school during holidays. In the summer of 2008, we had an especially bad argument. I was mad and packed my luggage to go back to school. When I came to the bus station and had just gotten on the bus, my mother called me and said, I am sorry. I shouldnt treat you like that. Dont be angry. I suddenly began crying. However I didnt know this was the last conversation I would have with her for the next two years.
On Christmas day that year, which is also her birthday, my mother was reported by someone while she was distributing materials that clarified the truth in a supermarket. She was sent to Shandong Second Female Labor Camp. At the time, I had a feeling that something happened to my mother. However, due to my busy school work, I didnt make phone calls home. Finally during the winter break, I was told by my dad that my mother was in a forced labor camp.
Mother is a word that was unfamiliar to me for two years. Many times I cried out in my dreams, and when I woke up, my face was covered with tears. Every time I phoned the labor camp, they refused to allow me to speak with my mother using the excuse that she refused to be transformed. My letters were not sent to her and family members are not allowed to visit her. Later I learned that, at the time, my mother had already been persecuted so severely that she was handicapped.
In 2009, I went to Shandong Second Female Labor Camp to see my mother. I was very disappointment when a labor camp guard leader came instead of mother. After verbally abusing me for a long time, they still wouldnt let me see my mother. The high walls and iron doors of the camp separated us.
It wasnt until after I came to the United States that I heard more information about mother. In the summer of 2010, although being persecuted very brutally, mother had very righteous tho! ughts. S he shouted Falun Dafa is good every day. She was finally released and father went to pick her up. When I talked with him over the phone, by his low voice I knew mothers situation was not good. I asked to have a video conversation with her, however to my surprise she refused.
She said, I dont dare to let you see what I look like now. My mothers words caused me to collapse. This is the first time I cried with a broken heart since we were separated. But I didnt dare to cry loudly and make my mother feel even worse. Mother comforted me and said, Dont be sad. Dont be sad.
Actually what mother didnt understand is that in my heart, no matter how her looks change, she is the most beautiful woman in the world.
Distant stars, silent in the dark sky, a little child, missing his mother Whenever I hear this famous Chinese song from the 90s, even though it may be freezing winter, I feel like I am surrounded by fluffy wool. Taking a deep breath, it feels like I am surrounded by the special aroma of wool, and it warmly fills my heart.
When I was a child, I never needed to worry about the bitter cold in North Chinas winters.
Mother would knit me woolen sweater and woolen pants before winter set in. All my friends envied me because I had several warm, woolen sweaters colorfully decorated with cute rabbits or deer to change into.
My mother would stay up late into the night in order to knit me a sweater. In the lamps light, her needles slowly flowed. When I was young, mother sent me to learn drawing, dancing, and the piano. She wanted her daughter to be excellent. However I always escaped and played with my friends instead. When she found out she was disappointed.
Although my family is not rich mother made sure I never wanted for anything. I had all the things other children had, as well as the things other children didnt have. Sometimes my mother rode her bicycle all over the city, searching everywhere for a pair of red dancing shoes or a pair of white socks I needed.
In 1997 my mother and I start to practice Falun Gong. That was the happiest time of our lives. Every day before the sun rose, mother brought a tape recorder and blanket and we went to the exercise site. Nothing could stop us, no matter the weather.
In 1999, the Chinese Communist Party began persecuting Falun Gong. China was attacked by evil and darkness and it spread over the whole country. Every night, mother would bring me with her on her bicycle and we distributed materials that exposed the persecution.
Later my mother was illegally detained three tim! es. When I was in high school and university, the relationship between my mother and me was unprecedentedly tense. I argued with her whenever I returned home from school during holidays. In the summer of 2008, we had an especially bad argument. I was mad and packed my luggage to go back to school. When I came to the bus station and had just gotten on the bus, my mother called me and said, I am sorry. I shouldnt treat you like that. Dont be angry. I suddenly began crying. However I didnt know this was the last conversation I would have with her for the next two years.
On Christmas day that year, which is also her birthday, my mother was reported by someone while she was distributing materials that clarified the truth in a supermarket. She was sent to Shandong Second Female Labor Camp. At the time, I had a feeling that something happened to my mother. However, due to my busy school work, I didnt make phone calls home. Finally during the winter break, I was told by my dad that my mother was in a forced labor camp.
Mother is a word that was unfamiliar to me for two years. Many times I cried out in my dreams, and when I woke up, my face was covered with tears. Every time I phoned the labor camp, they refused to allow me to speak with my mother using the excuse that she refused to be transformed. My letters were not sent to her and family members are not allowed to visit her. Later I learned that, at the time, my mother had already been persecuted so severely that she was handicapped.
In 2009, I went to Shandong Second Female Labor Camp to see my mother. I was very disappointment when a labor camp guard leader came instead of mother. After verbally abusing me for a long time, they still wouldnt let me see my mother. The high walls and iron doors of the camp separated us.
It wasnt until after I came to the United States that I heard more information about mother. In the summer of 2010, although being persecuted very brutally, mother had very righteous tho! ughts. S he shouted Falun Dafa is good every day. She was finally released and father went to pick her up. When I talked with him over the phone, by his low voice I knew mothers situation was not good. I asked to have a video conversation with her, however to my surprise she refused.
She said, I dont dare to let you see what I look like now. My mothers words caused me to collapse. This is the first time I cried with a broken heart since we were separated. But I didnt dare to cry loudly and make my mother feel even worse. Mother comforted me and said, Dont be sad. Dont be sad.
Actually what mother didnt understand is that in my heart, no matter how her looks change, she is the most beautiful woman in the world.
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