(Minghui.org) I was arrested many times during the Chinese Communist Party’s (CCP) persecution of Falun Dafa because I refused to stop practicing. I am deeply grateful to Master for his compassionate salvation, guidance, and protection that enabled me to continue practicing cultivation for more than two decades. My mind and body are healthy despite the harsh environment.

I thank my family for their encouragement all these years. They know that Falun Dafa is good, and that practitioners are good people—they are kind and don’t do bad things. No one in my family is against Dafa, nor did anyone try to stop me from practicing. I’d like to tell you about how they supported and encouraged me.

A Father Who is Upright and Responsible

My father is upright, kind, and a man with integrity. He has an excellent reputation in our extended family, among friends, neighbors, and relatives, and has earned everyone’s respect and trust. He worked for many years in a government department, always in a leadership role. Due to long years of atheist indoctrination from the CCP, he did not believe that God exists.

After my mother and I began practicing Falun Dafa, he was very supportive. Because my mother did not know many words, my father patiently helped her. She is now able to read all the words in the Dafa books. He taught her the words she didn’t recognize in the other Dafa books. He also often read Dafa books to my mother, and accompanied her to do the exercises in the park in the morning. At night, he took her across the main road to study the Fa with other practitioners.

He said to me on several occasions, “Falun Dafa is highly effective in improving health, it teaches one to walk on a righteous path, it is a good. You and your mother should practice this diligently and keep yourselves fit. Don’t think of anything else, but gods and Buddhas, even though no one has seen them.” I asked him to practice with us several times but he refused.

My sister-in-law suddenly had a serious ailment over a decade ago. After she underwent surgery, the doctor told my brother she only had six months to live. Everyone in the family was sad. I asked her to say, “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” She recited the phrase while she was hospitalized. She recovered rapidly and the doctors said it was a miracle. I told my father about her condition when I returned home, and asked him to practice cultivation again. He said, “If you sister-in-law recovers from her illness this time, I will practice.”

After she was discharged from the hospital, my sister-in-law kept saying, “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” I taught her the exercises as well. She got better day by day and went to the hospital for chemotherapy sessions several times. A few months later, she regained her health. A person who was told by the hospital that she only had six months to live has been alive and well for over a decade now.

My father’s stubborn atheist notions disappeared in the face of living facts. He truly believed in Falun Dafa. He told my mother, “Gods and Buddhas do exist in this world!” He began to practice cultivation. He recovered from various ailments including heart disease, high blood pressure, high cholesterol, and bronchitis, that plagued him for many years. This made my father believe how extraordinary Dafa is even more.

In the initial years of the persecution, I was arrested and detained many times for refusing to stop practicing Dafa. Every time, my father went to the trouble to get me released under immense pressure. I once went to Beijing to appeal for Dafa, and was arrested at Tiananmen Square for displaying a banner. Because I did not give my name and address, I was detained for over 40 days in two Beijing police stations.

My father had an operation while I was being held by the police. After he was discharged, his wound had not completely healed, and he was extremely anxious not knowing where I was detained. Ignoring my family’s objections, he searched many police stations in my city. He also contacted people who knew me to try and find out where I was. Someone spread rumors claiming I had been beaten to death in Beijing and buried there. My father did not dare to tell my mother when he heard this. While cooking in the kitchen, he secretly shed tears. My mother told me, “I lived with your father all these years, and I’ve seldom seen him cry. Since you were arrested, your father has cried many times.” My father is usually a man of few words and not adept at expressing his emotions, but he is a person with a strong will. One can imagine how much pain and pressure he went through!

I was once arrested, and detained in the basement of a police station. Because I refused to cooperate and betray fellow practitioners, I was slapped many times by a police officer notorious for being brutal. Overnight, my face became red, swollen, and I had a fever. The next morning, before dawn, my father rushed to the basement. He saw my red, swollen face even before he came close to me. He asked loudly: “What happened to your face?” I told him, “I was slapped by so and so.” He did not say a word and left with a terrible look on his face.

The following afternoon, another police officer who was in charge of my case asked me to forgive his coworker who hit me. He said the director severely criticized him and told him to write a report promising not to hit me again. He also apologized to me on his behalf. I said, “It is against the law for the police to hit people, and he is not allowed to hit other Falun Dafa practitioners.”

Afterwards my mother said, “After your father left the police station, he went straight to the Public Security Bureau and found the director as well as the superiors related to your arrest. He told them firmly he intends to sue the police officer who slapped you. The superiors pacified him and scolded the police officer who hit you.” In subsequent arrests, the police officer who hit me treated me comparatively politely.

My Mother Becomes More Capable

My mother is an uneducated housewife. She is kind and practical. She has been tormented by illness for half of her life. After I began practicing, everyone in my family benefited and wanted to learn Falun Dafa. Only my mother started to learn right away. Under my father’s patient guidance, my mother, who knew very few words, was soon able to read Zhuan Falun. Later on, she could fluently read Dafa books. She is now able to read several Dafa books in traditional Chinese characters. Even I, a high school student, felt inferior. My mother has a devout heart towards Dafa, hence Master gave her wisdom.

As my mother kept studying the Fa and doing the exercises, she took off the hat she was afraid to take off for years due to severe headaches, she no longer needed to wear the reading glasses she wore for years, and her petty and quick temper improved a lot. She has cultivated for nearly three decades. My mother stopped taking medicine and never had an injection. She is healthy, both physically and mentally. Many have praised her and said she looked young.

My mother used to be a woman without any skills. When she lived in the village as a young woman, besides working in the fields, she stayed home and did housework. She hardly visits neighbors and does not like socializing. Since she started practicing Dafa, not only did her health improve, she became confident and capable. She is not afraid to speak out in front of many people. Her words are logical, well-founded, and convincing, earning the admiration of the whole family.

When I was severely persecuted, my once-unremarkable mother played a big role. Time and again, she took my younger siblings to places where I was illegally detained such as the detention center, police station, and brainwashing center, and demanded my release rightfully. She was fearless facing those arrogant police officers, and reasoned with them.

One time, the police officer forbade us from eating and even threw the food sent by our families on the ground. When my mother heard this, she took my sister to the police station and went to the director’s office. The director, deputy director, and the Party official were there. Without the slightest fear, she said to them solemnly, “I am so and so’s mother. I come here to inform you of the bad deeds those police officers did. Even convicts sentenced to death are allowed to eat. My daughter recovered from all her illnesses through practicing Falun Dafa, and she only does good things. What law has she violated? She has been arrested time and again these years. Not only that, but now your police officers refused to let her eat. You are trying to starve her to death! I cannot bring myself to swear but this is truly lawless. Who asked them to do this? As officials are you going to look into this?”

The Party official hastily said, “Our staff did not do this. It was the temporary workers. Don’t be angry, I will make a phone call and instruct them to allow your daughter to have lunch.” He picked up the phone at once and called the police station where I was detained and reprimanded those police officers, telling them not to let the same thing happen again. I was given food that afternoon.

Afterwards I asked my mother, “Mum, you are a timid person. Weren’t you scared when you went to the police station this time?” She said with some pride, “We did not do anything bad. We practitioners strive to be good people, and have done nothing wrong. Those who arrest practitioners are committing a crime. What is there for me to be afraid of?! They should be afraid of us.”

She also said, “That day when I walked out of the police station, I suddenly felt my body become tall as if I was holding up the sky. I never felt like this before.” I said, “Mum, you did the right thing, Master was encouraging you!” She said, “I am useless, I don’t know how to say anything profound, but Master takes care of me indeed, and gave me wisdom, I even dared to talk in front of those officials. I wasn’t scared. The words I said were quite powerful. Indeed, I have developed capabilities! I must practice cultivation diligently and not let Master down.”

Several times, people who know my mother told her, “You have no illness after practicing Falun Dafa. You have done well, unlike those who run to Tiananmen Square to set themselves on fire, talking about consummation. They have mental problems and people cannot understand them.” My mother said, “Our Master taught us in his books that we cannot take lives. Killing oneself is wrong too. Those who practice Falun Gong are good people. They won’t commit crimes. If indeed one can consummate through burning themselves, they don’t have to go all the way to Beijing. Wouldn’t it be easier to burn themselves at home? They wouldn’t have to pay travel expenses.” They thought what my mother said was right.

My Kind, Upright Husband

My husband and I have been married for 45 years. He is an introvert, not good with words, and a kind person. I have been practicing cultivation for 30 years now. He silently supported me, and never opposed my belief. When the persecution was most severe, I was arrested and detained many times. He never complained or blamed me.

I was arrested one year along with two sister-in-laws who practice Falun Dafa. We were detained in detention centers and police stations for over two months. My husband’s workplace trades in cars. He is a driver and has to go out every day to collect cars, and he delivers cars to customers. He was under tremendous pressure. Regardless, he returned home to visit his mother every week in the morning, before visiting the three of us in the afternoon. He often brought food and necessities.

The police officer in charge of sending things into prison once said to me in front of many convicts, “I have worked here for nearly 30 years. I have never seen such a good family as yours. Many come to reprimand their family members, and some even hit them or ask for a divorce. However no matter how many times your family came to visit you, I never heard him say anything bad to you. I can tell he truly cares for you, and is a good, kind man. There are few people like him in society nowadays.”

When we were taken to the police station, my husband went to work during the day, and visited us at night. Through the iron gates, he asked us loudly, “Did they beat you?” When I told him no, he would go home.

I was sentenced to a labor camp in 2001. In less than three months, my husband drove my siblings to the labor camp over 500 miles away four times to visit me. Every time he brought some delicious food. Those whose families did not come to see them said enviously, “Your family treats you well.” Because I became unwell, the labor camp called the Public Security Bureau in my city to take me back. They made several phone calls but no one came. They had no choice but to ask my family to take me home. When my husband was completing the paperwork, a police officer said to him in front of several people, “This person [referring to me] is truly lucky. Her family still treats her so well even though she is in such a state.”

One year, my former workplace sent someone to get me to sign on a card opposing Falun Dafa. They knew I would refuse to sign so they went to my husband instead. My husband became furious when he heard their request. He said, “What is a cult? Who is a cult? You people have nothing better to do. I won’t sign this!” When the person returned and reported to my managers at work, they said to the other employees, “We cannot go to so and so’s house. Her husband is too protective of her, he even flew into a rage. Let’s not make fools of ourselves.” Since then, my workplace never again went to me or my husband for anything to do with Falun Dafa.

There was a person at my husband’s workplace with ill intentions, who tried to get him to divorce me twice and promised to find him a younger wife. Someone told me about it. Once, while chatting with my husband, I casually asked him, “So and so asked you to divorce me. What were your thoughts then?”

He said, “I completely ignored him. You have a hard time already. If I ask to divorce you, are we still husband and wife? Is that what a human being would do? When a couple runs into difficulties, they must share the burden and not avoid responsibilities. Don’t you worry, I will not do anything against my conscience. Unless you want a divorce and definitely don’t want to live with me.”

I asked him, “You suffered so much hardship with me all these years. Don’t you hate or resent me?” He said, “I never hated you nor blamed you. I don’t know how to say nice things, but I know clearly in my heart that people who practice Falun Dafa did not do anything wrong or violate the law. You are simply upholding your faith and pose no harm to the country or family. It is those in power who have gone against the law, suppressing these good people. What does that count for?”

I’ve lived with my husband for so many years. It was the first time I heard him say such touching words. I know these are his heartfelt words because he is one who only does things but never talks about them. He never tries to just please others. I was so moved I wept. I don’t know what to say to him. I can only thank him sincerely in my heart, and care for and treat him well going forward.

My Lovely Younger Siblings

Many years have gone by, and I will never forget my younger siblings. I will not forget their care and help when I was suffering physically and mentally, and in difficult circumstances. When my sister was working, she worked in a finance department. Her workplace was doing comparatively well in those years and employees received decent salaries. I was sent to labor camps and fired from my public service job because I refused to give up my faith.

My husband’s workplace was not doing well at that time and did not pay their employees’ salaries for six months. My son was in the university then. My sister gave my family a lot of assistance financially. My sister provided most of the money for my food, clothing, and my son’s tuition and basic living expenses. My parents and brothers helped us too, enabling my son to complete his tertiary education successfully and find a job with a stable income This prevented a drastic change in our family life. I am very touched and feel that I owe my sister so much. I promised to repay her when things got better for me in future. I am now fulfilling my promise.

When I was arrested several times, my sister and mother went everywhere to demand my release. Once, a few days after I was taken to a brainwashing center, they arrested my sister too. A practitioner who stopped practicing told her, “We arrested you for a purpose.” They were trying to get so called evidence against me from my sister and persecute me further. However my sister refused to cooperate, and their scheme failed. My brother also visited me several times with my family when I was illegally detained, and actively sought my release. There is my sister-in-law too. Her upright behavior touched me.

I went on a hunger strike after I was arrested. A few days later, I lost consciousness and was taken to a hospital for emergency treatment. Practitioners who accompanied me found an opportunity to inform my family. The whole family rushed to the hospital at once. When they saw me lying unconscious in bed, they were overwhelmed with grief and indignation. They reprimanded the police officers. The officers were speechless.

I regained consciousness after one whole day in the hospital. Many police officers were arranged to take turns monitoring me outside the ward. My sister-in-law wanted to take me away from the room on the second floor and take me to a relative’s place in the village. She told a family member who is also a practitioner her plan. It was too risky to take me away under the strict surveillance of the police. For my sister-in-law’s safety and mine, the family member explained the stakes involved to my sister-in-law. She accepted the practitioner’s advice and gave up the plan to take me away.

There was another time, after my arrest, when my sister-in-law went to the National Security Brigade several times to get me released. A police officer whom she knew asked her, “Why do you go to so much trouble to get this person released? What is your relationship with this person?”

She replied, “She is my sister-in-law.” The police officer said. “It’s just a sister-in-law, not you sister. Is she worth all this effort?”

My sister-in-law told him, “To tell the truth, this sister-in-law treats me better than my real sister. She is genuinely good to us siblings, caring for us, helping us. She truly played the role of an older sister in the family. All of us respect and trust her. Those who know her say she is a good person. You arrested such a good person, refuse to release her, and the impact is not good. We ask that you quickly release this person.” I was allowed to go home several days later.

Dafa Blesses Kind People

My family believes in Falun Dafa. They have righteous thoughts and always stand with me in resisting the CCP’s persecution. The whole family understands the facts, and have quit the CCP. They also actively participated in suing Jiang. As a result they received blessings from Dafa. All four generations enjoy good health, and our family relationships are harmonious.

My siblings and I, along with our families, successfully applied for retirement. We have a stable income and our basic needs are guaranteed. In recent years, every family also bought new apartments of over 100 square meters. We own cars and property, and have a source of income. Our life is free of worries, uneventful, and safe. We know that these are all blessings from Dafa.

A few years ago my brother, sister-in-law, and brother-in-law suddenly had serious illnesses. A miracle happened when their lives were in danger and they escaped death. At my brother’s house the gas valve malfunctioned. Just as it was about to explode, we said, “Falun Dafa is good, Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good.” The rush of gas abruptly stopped and this prevented an unimaginable disaster.

Dafa protected my nearly 90-year old mother from several falls.

One year, my husband drove his car, taking my siblings and another family of three, to the labor camp to visit me. While speeding, a large truck fully loaded with goods suddenly turned. Just as both vehicles were about to collide my husband felt a force help him turn the steering wheel 180 degrees, and they escaped danger, avoiding a potentially fatal car crash. They successfully reached their destination.

Afterwards, my sister told me about the incident. I was so moved I cried. I know Master has been looking after my family. This time, he resolved a life threatening tribulation for several of my family members. My relatives who personally experienced this subsequently believed in and respected Master and Falun Dafa even more.

(Selected submission in celebration of 2026 World Falun Dafa Day on Minghui.org)