(Minghui.org) Greetings revered Master! Greetings fellow practitioners!
I am a Falun Dafa practitioner who has lived in Hong Kong since 2003. I’d like to tell you how I went to Beijing to appeal for justice for Falun Dafa with my two-year-old twins in the hot summer of 2000.
I began practicing in China in 1997, and twenty-one years have passed in the blink of an eye. It feels like my trip to Tiananmen Square happened yesterday. Everything is still vivid in my mind. I cannot hold back my tears every time I listen to the song “Tiananmen Square, Please Tell Me.” I wonder how many of those practitioners who went to Tiananmen Square at the beginning of the persecution are still alive.
I was in poor health and on medication since I was a child. I had illnesses from head to toe. My family members were also in poor health. We took turns going to see doctors. Because of the medical expenses, our family was depressed and in huge debt. To help my family, I quit school and found a job. I suffered a lot and went through numerous tribulations. Fatigue and malnutrition worsened my health. I suffered from various diseases. After I got married, the doctor said that I could not get pregnant due to my poor health. I could not eat or sleep. My life was miserable.
My parents believed in Buddhism and didn’t eat meat. They were very kind. But my uncle who lived next door often bullied us. He cursed at and beat me and my siblings. He took whatever he liked from our home. Finally, we couldn’t take it anymore and planned to confront him.
One day in July 1997 I saw people doing the Falun Dafa sitting meditation in a park. They looked so serene and calm that I wanted to meditate with them. I asked an elderly lady how much it cost. She said, “It is free of charge. As long as you are sincere you’ll experience amazing things.” So I went to the park the next day to learn the exercises. I felt wonderful the first time I did them.
I underwent fundamental changes in my health after I’d practiced Falun Dafa for only three days. I could eat and sleep well, and I could even eat cold food.
My mother began practicing with me. All her illnesses were gone after she started practicing. She felt that her body became light and she felt joyful and happy.
Falun Dafa changed our outlook and raised our moral standard. We measured our actions and thoughts according to Dafa’s principles of Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance. We let go of our hatred towards my uncle and ended the conflict between his family and ours.
Even more miraculously I became pregnant after I had practiced Falun Dafa for three months. I gave birth to beautiful twins in 1998. They could say “Mama” and tried to imitate my exercise movements when they were just several months old.
Our whole extended family was amazed by the miracles of Dafa. My relatives came to learn Falun Dafa from me after they witnessed my mental and physical changes. My brother brought his friend who suffered from lymphoma to learn Falun Dafa. This friend recovered completely after practicing for a few months. His wife started to practice Falun Dafa as well. She gave birth to a lovely daughter one year later. My sister who suffered from nasopharyngeal carcinoma and was hospitalized for years recovered after she practiced Falun Dafa for a year.
My family and I were bathed in the Fa light every day during that time. It was the happiest time of my life.
The Chinese Communist Party (CCP) started to persecute Falun Dafa in July 1999. I felt like the sky collapsed. I just couldn’t understand why the CCP slandered such a good practice. I told my family that I would go to Beijing with my children to appeal for Falun Dafa. They all objected. My brother didn’t go to work and stayed home to watch me to prevent me from going.
I felt anxious and wanted to go to Tiananmen Square to appeal for Falun Dafa. I tried every method to persuade my family. I even thought: “I will go to Beijing for the sake of the Fa even if I sacrifice my life.”
My twins were two years old in June 2000. I persuaded my family members and arrived in Beijing on June 22, 2000, with my sister and my twins after some difficulties on the road. We went to a temporary residence that local practitioners provided to the practitioners who traveled across the nation. Many practitioners were already there. The conditions were harsh. Practitioners only had rice, Chinese cabbage and cucumbers. They drank tap water. There were no fans and no showers. Everyone slept on the floor. No one complained.
My sister and I and another male practitioner went to Tiananmen Square with my twins the next day.
We arrived at Tiananmen Square at 1:00 p.m. The temperature was over 40 degrees Celsius (104 degrees Fahrenheit). We planned to unfold our banner at the Tiananmen Gate Tower. But the CCP put Master’s picture on the ground. Whoever wanted to go to the Tower had to step on Master’s picture. So we went to Jinshui Qiao (Golden River Bridges) instead. A policeman stood there. I thought, “If the policeman leaves we can hold up our banner longer.” The policeman suddenly left.
My sister and I stood on Jinshui Qiao. We each carried a baby in one arm and held the banner with the other arm. On the banner was written “Buddha’s Fa Is Boundless.” The male practitioner unfolded a banner with the words “Falun Dafa Is Good” and stood behind me.
The moment we unfolded the banner, I felt that time froze. I was not worried about life or death. For the first time I experienced what it felt to be, “upright and fearless.”
Soon, dozens of policemen and plainclothes officers flocked to us like flies. They quickly surrounded us and tried to grab our banners. I shouted, “This is mine. Don’t take it!” The policeman said, “We just want to look at the words and will return it to you. We don’t want to hurt your baby.” I didn’t reply and held the banner tightly. Several men surrounded me and took the banner from my hand. Then they took us to a nearby small room and beat us. They kept slapping my sister in the face. Tears rolled down my face. I said to Master in my heart, “I’m sorry Master. I came here two years after the persecution started. Why didn’t I come earlier to safeguard the Fa?” A policeman kicked me hard when he noticed my tears. It was a painful kick. I firmly insisted he give back my banner. He indeed gave it back to me.
The police later took us to the Qianmen Police Station. Every room there was filled with practitioners that the police had arrested on Tiananmen Square. They put us in a room and ordered us to squat down. I didn’t squat but sat on a chair. Three adults and three children squatted in the corners. I asked them to stand up.
A young male practitioner was on the ground, tied tightly with banners. His arms and legs were tied behind his back and had turned purple. His head and body were covered with boot prints from being kicked by policemen. I tried to untie the banner binding his body. A young policeman said to me, “Sister, please do not put me in a difficult position.” I clarified the truth to him and tried to help the young practitioner at the same time. I said to the young policeman, “He needs to go to the toilet. I must untie him.” The young practitioner said to me, “We must act with dignity.” I understood immediately. I shouldn’t use going to the toilet as an excuse.
Then I demanded that the young policeman release him. He couldn’t make the decision and asked two team leaders to come in. When they came in, they said that the young practitioner refused to cooperate so they kicked him. I stopped them and asked them to untie him.
They saw that I was very righteous and asked their boss to come in. A big man came in followed by more policemen. One said, “Your children are very lovely. Why don’t you stay at home and just enjoy life. Why did you come here in such hot weather?”
“I came here to seek justice,” I replied, “I gained good health after I practiced Falun Dafa and I gave birth to my twins. Falun Dafa keeps me healthy and teaches me to be a good person. Why do you slander our Master and Falun Dafa? I came to seek justice for our Master. If Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is evil, then what is righteous?”
My kids didn’t cry or make trouble. They even called the policemen “Uncle” or “Grandpa” in their innocent, young voices. I had no fear at all. I clarified the truth to them with dignity. During the process I could feel that they were listening to me with their knowing side.
One policeman said, “We know Falun Dafa is good. But you shouldn’t come to Beijing. You should stay at home and practice Falun Dafa. We know practitioners are good people. In order to keep our jobs, we have to do this. We are following the CCP’s orders.”
I said, “Although you don’t have a choice, you must have a conscience. You clearly know that practitioners are good people. Why did you tie up that practitioner like this?”
The policemen were speechless and left. The other practitioners, the young policeman and I spent some time untying the young practitioner. His arms and legs had lost all feeling and he couldn’t move them. We leaned him upright in the corner and gave him some water and food.
The two team leaders came into the room again and said, “For the sake of your children, you can leave now.” Our Dafa practitioners’ righteous actions of safeguarding Master and the Fa must have moved them.
We underwent some difficulties but managed to return to where we stayed after we left the Qianmen Police Station. The practitioners there were very surprised when they saw us safely return. I told them the whole story and they were very moved and encouraged. Some of them said that they would go to Tiananmen Square the next day.
A practitioner took me to another room. When she opened the door, I saw that the room was filled with all kinds of suitcases. She said, “These belong to practitioners who went to Tiananmen Square and never returned.” Looking at all the luggage, I had mixed feelings. Whenever I think of those suitcases, I wonder if those practitioners are still alive.
We successfully bought train tickets and boarded the train. Everyone on the train admired my twins and offered them food. I chatted with the other passengers and clarified the truth to them.
I told them, “I was always very sick, and could not get pregnant. After I began practicing, I got pregnant and gave birth to these children. Practitioners just want to be good people. Why does the CCP slander Falun Dafa? I brought my kids with me to Beijing to clarify the truth, appeal for justice for our Master and demand that they clear his name.”
The people on the train listened to me. Someone asked, “Aren’t you afraid? There are so many policemen on Tiananmen Square.” I replied, “When they arrested us we clarified the truth to them. They said that they released us for the sake of my children. They were moved by our righteous behavior.”
My family members and I were subjected to horrendous persecution after I came home. But however evil the persecution became, I always believed in Master and Dafa and behaved righteously with righteous thoughts. Thanks to Master’s protection, I have survived to this day.
I came to Hong Kong in 2003 after experiencing four years of persecution. I talk to people about Falun Dafa at the truth-clarification sites in Hong Kong. When I open the banners every day, I feel like I am unfolding banners on Tiananmen Square. When I clarify the truth to people in Hong Kong, I feel like I did when I clarified the truth to people on the train from Beijing to my home. I know I am walking towards my true home and helping Master save sentient beings.
I will end my sharing with a short poem I wrote.
Gaining a new life after practicing DafaI traveled to Beijing to safeguard the FaUnfolding banners fearlessly and powerfullyTelling the truth to policemen at Qianmen Police StationReturning home safely with other practitionersSaving sentient beings while walking on my way to my true home
Thank you Master! Thank you fellow practitioners!
(2021 Hong Kong Practice Sites Cultivation Experience Sharing Article)