My Father

(Clearwisdom.net) My mother and I are both Dafa practitioners. My father is a Party member who has not yet taken a stand on Dafa. He said that he does not want to believe in anything, only wants to lead a good and comfortable life. But all the things that he has done to protect Dafa in the past two years have deeply moved other practitioners. Therefore, if we can do a better job in introducing Dafa to our family members, their support is invaluable.

Mom often plays Teacher's lecture tapes at home; so Dad knows generally what Dafa is about. He knows that Dafa teaches people to be good. In the morning he will wake up Mom to ask her to practice the exercises. He also often hurries her to attend the Fa-study group in the evening. Originally, Dad did not have a good temper. But since mom started practicing, his temperament also changed. Mother asked herself, "Well, is it him or me who is practicing cultivation?"

After July 20, 1999, when the persecution of Falun Dafa started, there was no place to hide the banner for practicing the exercises. Mom then asked Dad to hide the banner in his office. There were also many Dafa books there and he never complained. I am often moved by the grandeur of his life with his conscious understanding of Dafa.

Last September I was detained for a month because I was distributing truth-clarifying materials. Originally I was given a labor camp sentence. I was conditionally released, after my boyfriend paid a large amount of money accompanied by a warranty from the chief at my work unit. My family was extremely anxious about me during that period, especially when they heard that I was on a hunger strike to protest. My Dad cares about me very much, so one can imagine how difficult his life and emotions were to manage during that period. However he did not say any irresponsible words when questioned and was simply vague, "Who did Falun Gong make troubles to?"

My younger brother and my sister-in-law often helped Mom to distribute the truth-clarifying literature stored at home, but Dad never participated. One morning last winter, Mom and my younger brother went out together to distribute the truth-clarifying literature. It was very dark and they accidentally fell into a hole through the ice when they crossed a river. But they did not give up until all the materials were sent out. It was 20 to 30 degree below zero Celsius, and their clothes were frozen looking like a suit of armor. My Dad eventually felt upset. The next day, he took Mom's place and went out along with my brother and sent out all of the remaining several hundred copies. He also personally gave a copy to a child and urged him, "Take this back home and ask your parents to read it carefully."

Last December Mom came to Beijing to see me, and we went together to Tiananmen Square to validate Dafa. Her head was cut open from being beaten at the Tiananmen Police Station, and she was released on the same day. Later when Dad heard about this, he asked, "Why didn't you resist when the police hit you?" Mom replied, " I just got hit because I went to protest for other practitioners being beaten." Dad said, "Such a wicked guy!"

Before the Chinese Spring Festival [on January 24, 2001], the local police often came to harass my family. At the beginning Dad was very polite to them. Later, he chased them out of the house, "If you came as a guest to visit us, I would welcome you very much. If not, I am sorry to say please leave now and don't come back any more." When my family condemned their manners, they indeed felt guilty, and left with apologies and explanations. They sometimes asked Dad to sign some documents against Dafa, but Dad refused them.

After I returned to my hometown, I was planning to make some Dafa banners to suffocate the evil. My dad felt fearful when he saw this and asked us to hang them after this critical and intense period [of persecution]. My mom, younger brother, sister-in-law and I went out together during the night when he was asleep, and hung up nearly 20 big banners. When we returned, he woke up and was very happy to realize that we had all safely returned home. Dad asked me the next day, "Where did you hang all the banners? I can go to check for you if the banners are still there."

Before the Chinese Spring Festival, our Teacher and Dafa was slandered again on several TV programs. I decided to go to Tiananmen Square to validate the Fa on the first day of the New Year. Upon my departure, Dad hugged me, crying, and Mom and I also cried. But my determination to rectify the Fa did not waver at all. I thought to myself, if I failed in the cultivation, how could I not feel sorry for these kind lives who are waiting for being saved? So I left a short message, "Dad, I must complete my cultivation to become a Buddha, even just for your sake."

On the first day of the Chinese New Year, Tiananmen Square appeared gloomy and eerie, and was densely populated with police vehicles, military vehicles, plainclothes police officers and spies. I finally stood under the People's Monument in the square, unfolded the Dafa banner, and shouted out loudly, "Falun Dafa is the righteous cultivation way! Restore the reputation of Falun Dafa! Restore the reputation of my Teacher!" I was knocked down by the plainclothes police officers rushing to me from far away. Mom also unfolded a Dafa banner near the Jinshui Bridge. She was picked up by her hometown police station and was detained there, but I walked out of the local police station with dignity, just few days later.

At the end of February I was arrested when I returned to my original work unit to do something. A month later I was again sent back to the custodial center and was illegally detained. There were many practitioners detained there. But no matter where practitioners were kept, they brought Dafa there. Almost each common criminal can recite several poems in Hong Yin [Collections of Teacher's poems]. They said, "We must tell people what Dafa is after we leave here!"

During this period, my dad felt very sad because my mom and I were both imprisoned. But in the end, he made it through with his strong mind. He tried various methods to call "the National Security Department"[a government institution] and requested to release me, because I was a good and kind girl. One day I was informed of the release. After I went out from the detention center, I saw it was my Dad who was standing in front of the main entrance. He had stood here for one night and half a day after he got off the train the previous night.

In the train returning home, I sat in the lower berth to read Falun Dafa -- Essentials for Further Advancement [one of the main books of Falun Dafa] and was seen by the security officer on the train. He said he wanted to read my book and promised to give it back to me before I got off the train. The train security all felt very nervous and assigned many policemen to watch me. They also notified the local police station of my hometown. Originally, I wanted to say a few words to comfort my father, but he said to me instead, "Daddy is here, don't be afraid!" Before getting off the train, he reminded me to ask for the book back and said, "If you can't get it back, I will go to get it for you." Upon getting off, I was thinking how I should manage if the local police search my bag? Dad said, "No worries, do you think they would even search me?" Then he hid a copy of Zhuan Falun [the main book of Falun Dafa,] a CD disk, Teacher's several new articles and many Clearwisdom.net materials entirely inside the clothes under his belly area. He said, "my belly is small, it is undetectable."

My mom could not stand the life in jail, and was forced to have written the documents against her will. Through experience sharing, studying Teacher's new articles, and reading the articles on Clearwisdom.net, she realized her mistakes, caused by an attachment of selfishness, and has written a solemn statement [stating her intent to rejoin the Fa Rectification]. Then, half a month later, I returned to Beijing again and joined other practitioners to do Fa-rectification.

Recently I heard that on the night of July 20th this year, the police suddenly searched and kidnapped my family. They took away my Mom to be sentenced, because they found a lot of truth-clarifying literature. It was said she would be sentenced and treated as a "main person" to be dealt with. Mom has been dismissed from her job and was openly slandered on the local television station.

Now only my dad and a two year-old grandson are staying at home, along with a dog just bought to keep the child from being lonely.

My dad now is in great agony, because his good and kind nature makes him feel puzzled. Why are his innocent family members persecuted? He doesn't know what this government and this country has changed to, but he is very clear in his heart that his family members, even under persecution, are all good people in both their work environment and daily life. Before the persecution, what Falun Gong had brought to his wife and his daughter is a healthy, joyful and noble life. By contrast, what the persecution of Falun Gong brought to his family are dismissals from job, being forced to leave home and become homeless, being illegally detained and imprisoned with nowhere to appeal, a broken and disrupted family, and the agony which results from no hope in life!

I wish all the family members of Dafa practitioners in the world who are under persecution can withstand the pressure, clearly distinguish the good from the evil and support Dafa, so that our predestinated relationship will not be in vain and wasted!