(Clearwisdom.net) I began practicing Falun Dafa in 1996. Only after July 20, 1999, when the persecution of Falun Gong started nationwide, did I begin to diligently practice with the help of my parents. Everyday, my parents and I studied the Fa, did the exercises, and clarified the truth about Falun Dafa together.
At the end of 2000, my father and I went to Beijing to appeal to the government on behalf of Falun Dafa. My father, a few practitioners, and I went to Tiananmen Square in the afternoon and called out loud, "Falun Dafa is good! Falun Dafa is righteous!" At the same time we displayed a "Falun Dafa is good" banner and distributed truth-clarifying materials. We were arrested by the Tiananmen Square police and were sent to the Beijing police station.
At the local police station, an elderly practitioner told my younger brother and me, "Young practitioners, do not fear these evil police. We are doing the most righteous thing. You two must remain steadfast." These words gave my younger brother and me more confidence.
Around 6 p.m., several police vehicles arrived and they started taking Dafa practitioners to various detention centers. When it was my younger brother's and my turn, the police shouted, "You two come here!" There were already three young practitioners standing there. After a while, a police officer shouted, "Take your own child away." One female practitioner answered, "These children are all mine, I'll take them." She then led the five of us and walked away.
After we went back home, I went to school as usual, and my teacher called me in and asked why I had been absent. I told him of our trip to Beijing to validate Dafa. When he heard this, he yelled at me, "What's the use of going to Beijing?" I said, "Falun Dafa is good. I went to Beijing to appeal and to tell people the truth." He hit me in the chest and demanded that I give up the practice. I firmly refused. He then reported this to the Education Committee. I thought, "Whoever you report me to, I will not give up the practice." Finally, when he came back, he said nothing.
By the second semester, my younger brother and I transferred to the 4th elementary school. Because my parents were forced to leave home and had become homeless, when the 4th elementary school principal asked me if I still practiced Falun Gong, in order to be able to study, I replied that I did not, against my conscience. After I went back home, I felt more and more troubled. My parents asked me, "Did the principal ask you about practicing Falun Gong?" I said yes. My father asked, "How did you reply?" I said, "I said that I stopped practicing because grandmother told me to say so." My parents solemnly said, "Son, you are a young Dafa practitioner. How can you give in during small tribulations and tests? What you said is bowing to the evil." That being said, my parents left, feeling disappointed in me. I cried.
Several weeks later, a teacher asked us to write an essay defaming Dafa. I wrote an essay entitled, "Falun Dafa is Good." Afterwards, the teacher told me to make a choice between my studies and Falun Gong. Thus, I was forced to drop out of school. I became homeless together with my parents. Later my father, Zang Dianguo, was persecuted to death, and my mother was imprisoned. Now I live with my grandmother and younger brother. I miss my father and mother very much, but my father will never be able to come back. Jiang's evil group caused my family to be torn apart. The wicked ones will surely be forced to repay their debts in the near future.
