(Minghui.org) Ms. Fang Xia and her son both had health problems from childhood, and just getting through each day was a struggle. Just as this single mother lost all hope, she began to practice Falun Dafa, giving her and her son a new lease on life.
But their healthy, happy days didn't last long. A few years later, then-head of the Chinese government Jiang Zemin launched the persecution of Falun Dafa, and she was detained for 15 days. She had to leave home in 2012 to avoid arrest and still cannot return.
Ms. Fang, formerly an accountant at a hotel in Luoyang, Henan Province, recently filed a lawsuit against Jiang for orchestrating the persecution that is trying to stop her from practicing Falun Dafa and has forced her to live away from home.
In her complaint, Ms. Li detailed her life of misery before encountering Falun Dafa, how the practice returned her and her son to health, and how the persecution forced her to flee her home, leaving her son in the care of her parents.
When I was about six, a piece of glass fell from upstairs and hit me in the head. After the accident, I was in a daze most of the time and suffered from terrible headaches.
In high school, I had very painful hemorrhoids. Even the doctor was astonished by the severity of my condition and said there was no cure.
I got sore throats every other month or so. Every time I had an infection, my throat felt as if it was on fire, and I had to breathe through my mouth all night, affecting my sleep. It got so bad that I lost my voice.
In time, other health problems started to plague me, such as arthritis, high blood pressure, kidney stones, stomachaches, and frostbite. I was often absent from work due to illness, and this made my bosses unhappy.
The constant pain left me gloomy and joyless. I became withdrawn and aloof.
There is a Chinese saying: “Blessings don't come in pairs; misfortunes never come singly.” When my son was five months old, the doctor told me he had hemophilia, a bleeding disorder in which blood does not clot normally. It is extremely dangerous if he has an injury and causes prolonged pain in the joints. Even adults find the pain unbearable, not to mention a child.
The doctor told me that this disease only strikes one in 100,000. The news was like a bolt out of the blue. I broke down.
After that, I was even more miserable. I had to take my son to the hospital all the time. His buttocks hardened from all the injections, and one side was bigger than the other. Every time he was admitted to the hospital, the doctors would tell me to be prepared for the worst.
My son cried day and night when his joints ached, and there was nothing I could do to help. How I wished I could have borne the pain for him! Parents with healthy children cannot imagine the suffering I endured.
I was divorced and lived with my parents and younger brother. My son cried all the time, and although my family did not say anything, I felt very bad. To give them some peace and quiet, my son and I would spend entire days in a park.
Neighbors came knocking on the door in the middle of the night to complain about the noise my son made. I cried every day and saw no hope.
At the lowest point in my life, my mother began to practice Falun Dafa. It was 1996. She quickly recovered from illnesses that had plagued her for many years. Everyone complimented her on how fit she was. She taught the exercises to my son, who was around eight then. His sallow complexion turned rosy, and his health improved significantly.
Once, the thing I dreaded most happened: my son accidentally cut his finger. To stop the bleeding, he bound it with a rubber band. At the hospital, the doctor said that because the rubber band had been too tight for too long, the blood hadn't been able to circulate, so his finger had died and would have to be amputated.
I took him to two more hospitals, but no one wanted to treat him. In despair, I said to my son, “Call out to the master of Falun Dafa for help.” For a week, we asked Master for help together. When I finally removed the bandage from his finger, I was stunned by what I saw. His finger had healed completely! It was a miracle. I will never forget the gratitude I felt towards Master.
After he began to practice Falun Dafa, my son had many serious injuries and illnesses. But, through his faith in Dafa, he recovered every time. People witnessed the change in him and knew it came from practicing Falun Gong.
After reading the main book on Falun Dafa, Zhuan Falun, I came to understand why we have hardships and the reason for our existence. Through cultivation, I underwent a complete change physically and mentally. The ailments that had plagued me for many years vanished, and even the headaches that had troubled me since childhood were gone.
I became relaxed and full of energy. My experience was a testimony to the power of Dafa. In 2009 at a gathering with former schoolmates, everyone remarked on how different I was. I was warm, optimistic, and confident. They commented that, of us all, I had changed the most.
I also became honest, tolerant, and considerate.
When my manager let me go because he had arranged for someone he was on good terms with to replace me, I did not harbor any resentment.
On the way home, I met several people on a business trip. They asked me if there was a good hotel nearby. Without hesitation, I recommended my former workplace.
When clerks gave me more change than I was due, I always returned the extra. Whenever someone I knew was unhappy, I tried to help them, because the teachings of Falun Gong require us to be considerate and selfless.
After the persecution of Falun Gong began, because I refused to give up my belief, the authorities in Luoyang City fabricated charges and illegally detained me for 15 days.
My home, my shop, and my parent's place were ransacked, and I was locked up with prostitutes and drug addicts. I was made to sew blankets and sweep police offices and backyards. Officials from the 610 Office threatened me and used brainwashing tactics to try to make me stop practicing Falun Gong.
In November 2012, Xigong Police Department officers tapped my phone, followed my family members, and tried to arrest me. I escaped and have not returned home since then, for fear of arrest.
Prior to that attempted arrest, the police had already made my father take them to my home, where they broke in and searched it. Traumatized by the incident, my poor father, who is in his 70s, had a heart attack and had to be taken to the hospital.
For a period of time, I wandered around and slept in parks and building corridors and struggled just to stay alive. Once, I spent the night in a deserted rural field, shivering from the cold in late autumn. How I missed those days with my family and fellow practitioners!
Even though they have not been able to find me, the police do not spare my parents. In the three years since I left home, they've harassed them and badgered them to reveal my whereabouts on many occasions.
I have no source of income. Even though I reached retirement age in 2013, I cannot go home to apply for my pension.
Jiang's suppression of Falun Gong has caused me and my family great suffering.
To this day, I have to constantly watch out for my safety to avoid arrest. I cannot live like a normal person and am under great mental stress.
I am sad that I cannot be at my parents' side to take care of them. I cannot fulfill my responsibility as a mother. When will this come to an end? When will this injustice end?
I urge the Supreme Procuratorate to bring Jiang to justice for his crimes against humanity and restore the reputation of Falun Dafa!