Greetings! My name is Zhu Hua (pseudonym). I am a woman from Hebei Province. I have been illegally sentenced to 1 year in a labor-education camp because of my faith in Truthfulness-Compassion-Tolerance and for practicing Falun Gong. I am imprisoned in the first division of the No. 4 major team of Shijiazhuang Female Labor Camp. In the past, I had my faith, and believed in the existence of the gods. However, after painful searching, I was left with nothing but the agony of confusion. Where is the true God? How can I find the right path to resolve the suffering of human life? Who is truly my Teacher? In February 1997, my niece introduced to me Falun Gong. I hesitated and said that I would think it over. But that same night, in my dream, some voice said: "This is sent by heaven, that Dafa is the highest Law of Heaven!" That powerful voice shocked me and woke me up. I stopped hesitating and decided to practice Falun Gong right then. Since then, I have been following the teaching of Truthfulness-Compassion-Tolerance, cultivating my heart to be compassionate, and trying to be a good person who thinks always of others. I had started my journey toward true cultivation. Since July 20th, 1999, as a person who has benefited greatly from Falun Dafa, I could no longer stay at home. I have been to the town government and county government several times to clarify the truth, but I was detained three times, and fined over 1000 Yuan RMB. These punishments were illegal. Since I had become so poor after the fines, on July 20th, 2000, I started off alone from my village, on foot, with only 20 Yuan, to appeal in Beijing. To avoid searches and arrests, I could take only the shortcuts through the countryside. Along the way, I kept walking during the day, and slept by the roadside or in abandoned huts at night. Each day, I spent one Yuan to buy some buns for food, and my only drink was the water that irrigated the fields. If that was not enough, then I would beg for some food. What was remarkable was that I walked really fast, as if someone had been pushing me from behind. Each day, I would walk more than 30 miles. After nine days and eight nights, I finally came to Beijing. The following are some stories from my journey to request justice. On the third day, I passed by a village. I wanted to roast the buns I had with me, so I came to a house. After introducing myself as someone who cultivates Buddha, they were going to send me to the police. I said that I had not done anything bad, and left. After a while, they caught up with me from behind. I then kindly told them that I practiced Falun Gong, and could not bear to see Falun Gong being wronged, and innocent people being fooled and kept from practicing, so I had to tell the central government what I had on my mind. Even though I had not attended much school, for the early return of justice to Falun Gong, and for everyday people to hear the truth of Falun Gong, I had to go to Beijing, even if by foot. If I became too tired to walk, I still had to reach Beijing, even if it meant that I would have to crawl.. They were touched, and shocked, and said that it seemed Falun Gong had indeed been wronged. I showed them my copy of Zhuan Falun. They truly admired the book, and left with much to sigh about. It was already dark by then. There was a stone bench by the road, so I decided to spend the night there. But some of those people who had left, came back again, and said to me, rather emotionally, "you Falun Gong people are so great. With sincerity like yours, sooner or later justice will come to Falun Gong. I support you! Come to my house for the night please!" They led me to their house, and gave me a warm treat. Truly, "to give a cultivator a meal is a deed that is virtuous beyond measure". On the fifth day, I came to Shijiazhuang, the capital of Hebei Province, but lost my direction. So all I could do was to walk north along the highway. I thought to myself, "With Dafa here, I will surely get to Beijing". I was really thirsty. As if gods were helping me, I saw a piece of fresh watermelon by the roadside. I immediately realized that this was Teacher encouraging and protecting me. The watermelon was sweet, not only to the tongue, but also to my heart. I knew there was no doubt I would reach Beijing, as long as I kept a righteous mind! On the seventh day, I met an old gentleman on the road. Upon hearing the experiences of my trip, he was deeply moved, and said, "good people, such as you, have not been seen since the Cultural Revolution. To risk ones life to walk to Beijing, to appeal for a few true words! If every one of you practitioners has such a heart, it will not be long before justice returns! I trust you, and trust that Falun Dafa must be righteous!" Seeing that under such high pressure of ruling there was still somebody so kind and wise, I was touched too--I had not suffered for nothing! I gave him my copy of Zhuan Falun, and told him to treasure this book the same way he would treasure his life. He respectfully accepted the book, and said firmly, "I would practice Falun Gong even if it meant losing my head." On the ninth day, there were about 20 miles left to Beijing. I had only one bun, and still felt hungry. Just when I was about to beg for some food, I miraculously found some wrapped meat buns on the roadside. I ate them, immediately regained my strength, and finished the rest of the trip the same afternoon. I went directly to Tiananmen Square. But I could not believe it, when I was stopped and questioned without any reason. They found out that I was a Falun Gong practitioner, so they drove me to a place in the middle of nowhere, and dropped me there. I had not been able to validate Dafa, so I returned to Tiananmen Square the second day, and took a stand for Dafa. I endured all this suffering on my trip, and spread Dafa along the way. As a Dafa practitioner, I have followed, "no hatred nor grudge, take hardship as pleasure". Now I have been illegally detained in a labor camp, simply for telling the truth. However, I still continue to spread the Fa, just as always, and try to use every opportunity to clarify the truth to people. My loved ones, my friends, and all kind hearted people, we urgently need your support! Dafa practitioner Zhu Hua (pseudonym) December 29, 2000
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