(Minghui.org) I was listening to the audio recording of the Nine Commentaries on the Communist Party at home alone when my husband returned from work. It was in 2004, shortly after the book was published. My husband became angry when he heard the content and he ordered me to turn it off. Not wanting to fight with him, I stopped playing the audios. 

For a long time after that, as soon I played the recording, my husband would become upset. He told me that whenever I played it, he felt uncomfortable. I agreed not to listen to it when he was home with me. 

Later, a friend recommended that I learn to cross-stitch. My husband likes to watch me when I cross-stitch, and will sit near me to watch even if I am listening to the  Nine Commentaries.

In the beginning, he could only stay and listen for a short time. As time passed, he could stay and listen longer. Eventually, as soon as I started to work on cross-stitching, he would get the music player, and he knew exactly where we stopped the last time. After we finished listening to the Nine Commentaries, we began to listen to Disintegrate Communist Party Culture. Within six months, we had listened to the recordings several times. The more cross-stitches I finished, the more he also understood the evil nature of the Chinese Communist Party. He once said to me, “The Party is really evil. It’s truly harming people!”

For the next few years, I took on more and more Dafa projects in order to raise awareness about the persecution. Sometimes my husband helped me. 

When another fellow practitioner and I were stopped at a train station by the police, the police searched her bag and found informational materials about Dafa. Then the police tried to arrest the practitioner. I held on to her arm. In the end, we were both arrested and taken to the police station. 

I refused to answer their questions and tried to talk to them about Falun Dafa and the persecution. They took my cellphone and keys. When they went to my home, my husband locked the door from inside and refused to let them in no matter how they pressured him. 

When I returned home, I asked him, “Were you afraid when the police came?”

“No, not at all!” he said.