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·评禁书《如焉》
·色情作品氾濫與中共黨文化
·【澳媒观察】网上色情怎样破坏家庭关系
·山西黑窑与器官活摘
·山西奴工事件本质上不是一场叛乱
·Comparing Slavery and Organ Harvesting
·哈尼夫案与澳洲的两难处境
·在“七.二零”八周年集会上的演讲
·【澳媒观察】由维省省长贝克斯辞职想到的
·北京奧運繞不過去的兩道坎
·From A Prisoner To A Writer
·次级房贷风暴与澳洲大选
·致澳洲總理何華德的公開信
·【澳媒观察】APEC与“《悉尼宣言》”
·胡锦涛面临的内外交困
·APEC与澳洲的“外交洗牌”
·做猪要做奥运猪 打工要打澳洲工
·西澳百年老屋被拆引发的争议
·代师涛答谢辞
·【澳媒观察】中国人到澳洲旅游遭遇的陷阱
·聯合國的腐敗和墮落
·【澳媒觀察】聯邦大選 鹿死誰手
·【澳媒观察】网上“恶搞”与联邦大选
·大把撒钱的竞选策略会奏效吗?
·維州警官洩密醜聞引起的震動
·澳洲工黨大選獲勝分析及展望
·氣候變遷與環境 澳洲Vs中國
·班頓——一位澳洲的「維權」英雄
·Tortured for her beliefs
·小醫生打敗大政府的啟示
·二战后第一名美国战犯的尴尬处境
·澳洲和日本的“鲸鱼”之战
·迟来一百多年的道歉
·从中国雪灾看澳洲政府的灾害应对
·从中国雪灾看澳洲政府的灾害应对
·在以色列人权圣火传递集会上的演讲
·澳洲新总理陆克文的中国政策
·澳洲女官员性贿赂丑闻引发的政坛地震
·澳洲人关于北京奥运的20个和1个
·澳洲媒体热议“克文诤友”
·印度司机“闹事”对澳洲的贡献
·四川地震带来的挑战
·澳洲施“休克疗法”应对气候变迁
·地震救了中共?
·发展不是硬道理
·色情还是艺术?
·色情还是艺术?
·儿童色情泛滥带来的隐忧
·澳洲的部长不如中国的城管
·澳洲的马与中国的人
·西方的“办公室恋情”与中国的“包二奶”
·从悉尼世界青年节看宗教信仰
·澳洲版“三峡工程”的命运
·从澳洲的色魔想到中国的杨佳
·澳媒报导奥运 看穿开幕式“玄机”
·澳洲“排污交易计划”的三个看点
·迈塔斯报告震撼国际器官移植大会
·“中国造月亮即将着陆”
·“中国造月亮即将着陆”——Not Beijing, but faking?(不叫北京,叫造假?)
·中国股市的实质 (上)
·凤凰台节目提供活摘法轮功学员器官新证据
·秋江水冷鸭先知
·中国股市的实质 (下)
·从欧卫事件看中共最怕
·比比中澳两国的义务教育
·想结婚吗?先拿个学位
·张丹红事件解析 (上)
·张丹红事件解析 (下)
·选民用脚投票 澳政坛"变天"时代到来
·澳洲政坛新贵、"史上最富"总理侯选人坦博
·新闻简评:墨尔本市长苏震西退出澳洲政治舞台
·三千万与四百二十亿的不同遭遇
·评新华网《卫生部等5部门制定三聚氰胺限量》
·教育经费-压在中国百姓身上的一座大山
·中国能救澳洲吗?
·澳洲是否会陷入美国式经济危机
·我看澳媒对悉尼留学生坠楼案之报道
·澳洲昆士兰大学生采访曾铮并制作揭露迫害法轮功短片
·瞧瞧人家的"问责"!——兼议三聚氰胺限量
·视频:评澳洲新反恐法生效后被捕的第一名嫌疑人哈尼夫案
·此报告非彼报告
·视频:北京奥运绕不过去的两道坎
·视频:胡锦涛面临的内外交困
·澳总理陆克文执政周年“小结”
·我对澳洲人民进行了爱国主义教育
·视频:【澳媒观察】APEC与澳洲的“外交洗牌”
·图片游记:澳洲最老内陆城Goulburn(一)
·图片游记: “往日的美丽”————游世界上最大个人古董级茶壶收藏馆
·游Goulburn:啤酒中的“阴谋”和秘密——澳洲最老内陆城Goulburn(二)
·视频:【澳媒观察】西澳百年老屋被拆引起的争议
·永不会“饿死”的Goulburn地主以及…… ——游澳洲最老内陆城Goulburn(三)
·视频:【澳媒观察】中国人到澳洲旅游遭遇的陷阱——准备到澳洲旅游的朋友看过来!
·视频:【澳媒观察】联邦大选 鹿死谁手
·澳洲的离婚及孩子"共同抚养"问题
·视频:【澳媒观察】联合国的腐败和堕落
·大雪美景·极品泰山(一)
·曾铮今天申请成为中国过渡政府新公民
·组图:大雪美景·极品泰山(二)
·杨师群被告密,原来是为法轮功和九评!
·申请成为过渡政府新公民之补充说明
·视频:【澳媒观察】大把撒钱的競選
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An Ordinary, But Extremely Extraordinary, Chinese-Style Mother

I once hated my mother when I was a child.
   
   No matter how well I behaved, and how many awards I won in school, she seemed never to care about my accomplishments or to appreciate me. Sometimes I even wondered: Would she feel upset if I died?
   
   When it was finally the time for me to leave home for university, I felt very happy. I had chosen a school thousands of miles away.

   
   I fell in love at the university. When my relationship with my boyfriend developed further, it seemed that there was nothing that I could hide from him. He was very surprised when he found out my “extreme” mindset towards my mother, while I felt very upset that he wouldn’t side with me.
   
   However, the broad-mindedness of my boyfriend gradually melted the resentment in my heart, as he always tried to convince me that there were no parents in the world who didn’t love their children.
   
   A Parents’ Sacrifices
   
   Later on, we married and had a lovely daughter of our own. I started to remember much of my mother’s chatter, which had been annoying to me when I was a child, such as: “One will never understand her parents’ sacrifices until she becomes a parent herself,” or “No matter how far away a child travels, she is always on her mother’s mind,” and so on.
   
   Once my daughter suffered from pneumonia and high fever, and I felt as though a huge stone was pressed down right on my heart. I almost couldn’t breathe. I rushed her to the hospital in the middle of night.
   
   Then I suddenly remembered a story that my mother had told me before. My mother had to work in a remote mountain area, where medical conditions were extremely poor. When I was one-year-old, one day I suddenly had measles and a very high fever. My mother was really scared. She held me in her arms and walked over dozens of miles of mountain trails in the darkness until she arrived in the city before dawn to seek treatment.
   
   With the growth of my daughter, the meaning behind the sentence, “One will never understand her parents’ sacrifices until she becomes a parent herself” became clearer and more tangible for me. One day I suddenly realized that the reason my mother had been very stern and strict with me was that she didn’t want me to feel too good about myself and become too arrogant, as I had been receiving too many compliments from everywhere.
   
   Regretfully, when I realized this, I was already living thousands of miles away from my mother and had very little chance to give delight to my parents.
   
   Great Motherly Love
   
   However, it was not until I was released from the Beijing Female Labor Camp after having been detained for one year for practicing Falun Gong did I really understand how great motherly love could be.
   
   Jennifer meditating in 1998 in a park in Shenzhen City, China. (courtesy Jennifer Zeng)
   Jennifer Zeng practicing the Falun Gong meditation in 1998 in a park in Shenzhen City, China. (courtesy Jennifer Zeng)
   When I secretly went back to my hometown to visit my parents shortly after I was released, I learned that when I was imprisoned, my sister had also been fired and detained for practicing Falun Gong. Then she was driven into hiding as she was on the national wanted list.
   
   I couldn’t imagine how huge a blow this must have been to my mother, who had always felt so proud of her three daughters. In the special environment in China, where everybody was brainwashed by the Communist regime, and where family members of Falun Gong practitioners could also be persecuted, many people had chosen to side with the powerful and give pressure to their family members who practiced Falun Gong.
   
   Until that time, no one knew how great my mother was. She didn’t complain; she didn’t blame any of us; nor did she even show to anyone her fear or alarm.
   
   When my sister, who was hiding and working in a small bar in another city almost 100 miles away, contacted my mother, she immediately took a long distant bus to go to that city to visit my sister. After finding out that my sister didn’t have a room of her own, had to sleep on the floor in the bar after all the customers left in the middle night, and didn’t even have any place to store any changes of clothes, my mother decided to act as a regular “transporter” for my sister. My mother would travel every several days between two cities by bus bringing clean clothes to my sister, and bringing back the dirty ones to wash for her.
   
   In order not to have the informers living just downstairs discover her whereabouts, my mother always managed to finish her trip in the same day, and bring as little luggage as possible so that nobody would guess that she would travel to another city. She had to travel back and forth for about 190 miles in the same day.
   
   Apart from taking the long-distance bus, she also had to transfer local buses several times in both cities. Most importantly, she had to be very careful not to be discovered or followed by the police. Otherwise my sister could be exposed to immediate danger. Who would imagine that a retired old woman in her sixties could act so swiftly and smartly and outwit the professional spies and informers?
   
   Arrested
   
   When I went back home after being released from the labor camp, my mother and sister had been “living” in this kind of condition for months.
   
   Jennifer with her mother in early 1999, in the last photo Jennifer took with her family before the persecution of Falun Gong began. (Courtesy of Jennifer Zeng)
   Jennifer Zeng with her mother in early 1999, in the last photo Jennifer took with her family before the persecution of Falun Gong began. (Courtesy of Jennifer Zeng)
   I decided to help my sister to find a safer and better place to hide. However, when everything was done and arranged, and when I boarded the train as planned to meet my sister, she was not there.
   
   Not knowing what to do, I had to get off the train at the next station some 37 miles away and then took a taxi back to my parents’ home. Not knowing what had happened to my sister, how could I just leave?
   
   It was already early morning when I arrived. As soon as I entered, I saw a lot of luggage scattered on the floor; and my messy-haired mother was trying to sort things out.
   
   Upon seeing me returning, she said with a blank face, “Your sister was arrested yesterday. These are all from her luggage which your brother-in-law just took back from the detention center; and here is the receipt of the items confiscated by the police.”
   
   My father suddenly pushed me out of the door, and shouted, “Go! Go away! Don’t stand here and wait until the police find out who was going to travel with your sister!”
   
   I stood there, dumbfounded. I looked at my mother’s face; and suddenly found that she looked so much older after just one year’s separation. Much of her hair had turned grey. And her eyes were hollow and very dry, as if, after having seen too much ugliness in her life, nothing could ever make her cry again.
   
   I clenched my teeth and then turned around and quickly walked away. Not being safe myself, I was unable to help my sister anymore. However, I knew that mother would continue to help her. Mother would go to the detention center to visit her, and bring her basic necessities she would need there.
   
   
   Embrace and Protection
   
   The motherly love, the unconditional motherly love, which never imposed any judgments, and which rose up far beyond all the political theaters of the absurd, would forever support and accompany my sister, and forever support and accompany me as well.
   
   Later on I managed to escape China and lived overseas. For more than a decade, I have never been able to go back, as the persecution has still been going on. My mother flew alone across the ocean twice to visit me.
   
   When my friends asked her to stay with me and not go back again, she always gently shook her head, and I knew why. My father was too old and his health didn’t allow him to travel by plane to visit me. How could mother stay and leave my father alone in China?
   
   The last time when I sent off my mother at the airport, when we had to say farewell to each other in front of customs, I saw that the eyes of my mother, my always very tough mother, suddenly turned red. She abruptly turned around and quickly walked away, so that I would not see her tears falling.

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