I.Nurdun
( Inspired by Frech author Alphonse Daudet ) Vrijheid voor Oeigoeren!
( All character's name are produced. But, the events in this story are written based on author's real experiences ! )
( 1. Uyghur language teachers refer to teachers who teach Uyghur literature and grammar; 2. Uyghur teachers refer to teachers who are Uyghur )
This story is taken place in Kashgar, a city in East-Turkestan, which is home to Uyghur people. ( East-Turkestan is situated in Central Asia, China calles Xinjiang ，currently under the rule of China, same as Tibet. It borders Tibet and eight countries).
Bright sun shining in the blue sky with clouds.
This day is the day of the end of June，2017.
It is an ordinary day for many，but not for Aygul.
Aygul，37 years old，She is an Uyghur language teacher in Kashgar No.7 middle school， After her graduation from Urumqi Normal University，she has been working here for 15 years.
She loves her profession. She is in charge of class 1 grade 3 of which has 30 students. They are all just like her children more than students，she is with them for three years，time flies，they are about to graduate soon. It is hard for her to say goodbye.
She is also a mother of two children，Aynur and Elyar. Her husband Umud is her middle school classmate，he is running a handicrafts shop nears to their neighborhood. She has many stories ，but today's just one day of them.
At 12 p.m. Aygul's home
The door opened. Aygul comes in and goes to living room sitting on the sofa. She does not want to do anything，just wants to sit down and thinks over and over again what she experienced in the morning at school.The scenario goes like a movie in her mind.
At 7 a.m. School
Aygul came to school，getting into her office. “ Good Morning！” she greeted other teachers with a smile. While she was preparing for class，head of the grade 3 came informing that all teachers should attend the morning meeting，he said this is very important，all of them should go，no excuse. Actually，this meeting is supposed to opened afternoon all the time ，but why this time is early , she thought.
At 10:00 a.m. Conference Hall
Almost every seats are taken.
After teachers gathering the here，deputy head of the school ，Osmanjan ，started the meeting and announced today's meeting is the last one in this semester ，then he said ：“Let's welcome our school president Wang to tell the latest information！”. Teachers gave him applause.
Actually, Wang is promoted and came to this school last year according to the regional educational policy of “ multi-ethnic schools“.
Before that，it is a school only for Uyghur students，now Uyghur and Han Chinese students learn at same school but different classes. Before Wang came，Osmanjan was the president of this school. ( Han Chinese is the major ethnic group in China.)
Wang started his words ：“ First of all，I really appreciate the dedications of our all teachers hard work in this semester，I wanna say thanks to all，thanks！” Applause again.
He continued：“ And I wanna say that According to the latest “ Bilingual policy of Xinjiang Uyghur Autonomous Region” he looked teachers from right to left ” also consider the advanced Chinese language ability for Uyghur students ，since next semester all Uyghur teachers are required to teach in Chinese， Uyghur language is not used in class…”
The conference hall was a buzz…
When Aygul heard the sentence “ Uyghur language is not used in class” seemed like someone pour a cold water to her head.
At this moment，her heart beats very fast. It hardly explains her mixed feeling，she is angry，why my language is banned ? she wanna cry and shout at Wang to ask Why ?，but she is not able to do that. If this happen，she will be charged with separatism against state policy. she is sad，what can I do for this ? She is uncertain，what can I do in the future ? This mixed feeling and a bunch of questions do not allow her to listen to Wang till the end of the meeting.
At 11:00 a.m. Aygul's Office
The door opened. Aygul saw Yalkun was already here. He is her colleague，he is also teaching Uyghur language. His face is red.
“ Yalkun ，what we can…" Aygul did not finish her words，yalkun started his：“ I can not stand this unfairness" he said in anger.
“ I know your feeling，I also think what can I do，I do not want to tell this news to my students…”
While they were talking，Merhaba came in. She is a young teacher here for one year teaching mathematics.
“ Where is the " Bilingual Policy" ，this is a lie, " Yalkun said in loud voice.
“ Speak quietly Yalkun Aka！” （ Aka is respect term as older brother）said Merhaba looking around，“ nowadays wall has its ears,” she said.
“ Real bilingual means we have right to put the image of Uyghur historical figures like Mahmud Kashgari on the wall，next to Confucius and Chairman Mao" Aygul pointed to the wall.
The last year，there were many prestigious Uyghur historical figures' image on the wall，but now all are replaced by Confucius. Besides, Chairman Mao and Communist flag are demanded to put on the wall of every classrooms and office, including all mosques in Kashgar, no exception.
“ you know what happened to professor Ilham，he talks about the Bilingual ，now he is paying the price for his words,” Merhaba said with a sigh.
（ Ilham Tohti is a real person，an prominent Uyghur scholar taught the Minzu University of China，in Beijing. He was sentenced to life imprisonment in 2014 with separatism charge due to his criticism of the practice of bilingual policy)
" This is reality Merhaba" added Aygul " We want to speak out, but we know the consequence".
" What is your plan Merhaba?" Yalkun asked.
" I am told science subject teachers can go to Urumqi (region's capital) learn Chinese for 2 years, Wang said Uyghur teachers need to improve Chinese proficiency for class" Merhaba answered.
" I think we are (Uyghur teachers) nowadays becoming disqualified for their standards" Merhaba added with a sarcastic tone.
" We have never refused to learn Chinese, but at least we have to have right speaking our mother language,"Yalkun said.
" Merhaba, you are young and you can teach mathematics in Chinese in 2 years, " said Aygul" But what can we teach, Yalkun and I are teaching Uyghur language for 15 years, now we are told you are not allowed, where are we going?"
" It is really a tough problem Aygul Acha " (Acha is respect term as an older sister) Merhaba said.
" Wang said Uyghur language teachers have to wait for arrangement, you know, nowadays finding a job is really tough, especially for us, for Uyghurs. I have two children to raise at home" Yalkun said with a sad tone. His head turned down.
Aygul's eyes were full of tears, she headed to windows, outside students were playing football.
At 12:15p.m. Aygul's Home
The door opened. Aynur came in. She is 13 years old, goes to middle school.
" Assalamu Alaykum, " Aynur said. She saw her mother sitting on the sofa and thinking something. She went to her mother.
" Mom, I am back " She held her mother's hand. "Mom, what are you thinking? Somethings happened?"
For sure she knows something happened to her mother, otherwise usually Aygul's face, eyes do not look like this.
" Dear, you back from school. I am sitting here for rest " she smiled at her daughter. Although Aygul has a pressure like a mountain, she is grateful to see her children and be with them. This makes her feel happy and forgets the hardness of life even for a while.
"Dear, Are you hungry, I'll prepare lunch right away".
At 12:30 p.m. Kitchen
While Aygul was cutting vegetables, her husband going into the kitchen. " I am back," Umud said. "what are you doing for lunch? "
" Your favorite, Lagman( noodle) " Aygul said with a smile .
"See, I buy nan from Kadir Ustam. ( nan refers to traditional Uyghur bread, Ustam is here refers to Baker).
"That is great ! We have not had his nan for a month. When he opened the store? "Aygul asked.
" He said he visited his hometown and back yesterday," Umud said.
Kader Ustam is from Hotan, another oasis city, 400 km from Kashgar. He has been living in Kashgar for three years, and he is running a Nan store, the nan he baked is popular in this neighborhood.
" Haay Aygul, I feel sad for him," Umud said with a sigh.
" What happens to him," Aygul said. At this time, Aygul felt something is wrong.
" His wife Meryem, she was jailed for 5 years," He said.
" What?! " Aygul's heart beats fast. Her voice is trembling " Why? What is her crime?"
" You know she used to wear a headscarf, later she took it off, nowadays who have to dare to wear it, this time when she back to Hotan, police arrested her and told her she has radical thought because she wore a headscarf, "Umud said.
" Poor Meryem, what about her children ?" Aygul asked.
" When she was taken away, she looked back and said take care of children and yourself to Kader Ustam, then he lost contact with Meryem. He is afraid of raising the question to the decision" Umud said.
" Who can say " No" in this days? People ask where are my relatives all are put into prison" Aygul's fists grip tightly.
" Poor children, without their mom..." She could not continue her words...
At 1:10 p.m. Living room
After lunch, when Aygul was preparing to wash the dishes, the doorbell ringing. Aygul opened the door.
" Assalamu Alaykum, Aygul Ukam" ( Uakam is respect term as younger sister)
" Walaykum Assalam, Nishan Acha, how are you doing? Come in, please" Aygul said with a smile. (Acha is respect term refers to older sister)
Nisahan is Aygul's neighbor, a 60 years old woman. When Aygul moved to this neighborhood 10 years ago, Nisahan's family has been living here for many years, That was the first meet of two families.
Nisahan came in and sitting. I am good, thank God, and how about you? Everything is okay?" Nisahan said.
" Yes, not bad". In fact, something was still in her mind that remind her of school.
" Have you had lunch Nisahan Acha? Do you want to eat Lagman? " Aygul said.
" thanks, Aygul Ukam, I have already had, " Nisahan said.
Nisahan had a paper on her hand. She put it on the table.
" I have a good news, " said Nisahan. From her voice, it is so obvious.
" Tell me, Nisahan Acha, Can't wait to hear," Aygul said.
" In this morning, I had a call from Abdukerim " Nisahan burst into tears, "I have not had any message since he left. Now, he said he is safe and do not afraid of him".
"really? That is great, Thank God" Aygul said holding Nisahan's hands.
" When I got a call today, I can not believe my ears, This is really a privilege for me. When people lost something, then understand its importance, now his voice is so precious for me" Nisahan took a handcart from her pocket to skip her tear.
" You are right Nisahan Acha, We take many things for granted," Aygul said.
Abdukerim is Nisahan's husband, he is 63 years old, in this April, nearly 100 men are arrested in this neighborhood under the campaign of " people's war on terror" and put into prison. Abdukerim is one of them and serving 7 years imprisonment. These men have similar crime, having the beard or praying at home.
" Abdukerim is a lucky man, he has 7 years to serve, but you know Ukam( sister), many of them get 20 years," Nisahan said with a sigh.
" Why you said like this, how come Abdukerim Akam ( brother) is a lucky man ? staying in prison is lucky?" Aygul questioned.
" My sister, You do not know, when we are powerless, when we are not able to change the reality, the only thing we can do is to thank God, to satisfy with our today" Nisahan explained.
" What else Abdukerim Akam(brother) told?" Aygul asked.
" He said, in prison has many people to call their family, so we have only 5 minutes to talk, he said do not wait for me for wedding, if Zulpiye ( their daughter) has someone, let her get married, he said he miss us, his voice is like crying in the end " Nisahan said with tears again.
" I am worried about Abdukerim's health, he has high blood pressure, can people at this age stand ..."
While Nisahan was talking, Aygul's son, Elyar came in.
He is 6 years old, There was a football in his hand.
"Assalamu Alaykum, Nisahan Qongapa( respect term as grandmother) "
" Welaykum Assalam, Balam( Son)" Nisahan said, " you like playing football very much, see, your T-shirt is just like under the rain " She smiled.
Then Elyar turned to his mom said:" mom, when I was playing outside with my friends, police came and told us..."
" What they said "? Aygul asked right away.
" They told us your parents praying at home or not, I said no," Elyar said.
" my dear son, nowadays even children can't play their game in peace! " Nisahan said.
Aygul took a towel and come to Elyar and starting wipe his face.
At 1:30 p.m. Living room
After a while, Nisahan took the paper and said she came to here for Aygul's help, she did not understand what is writing on it. Yesterday, community service center gave this paper to every household. It is written in Chinese.
" Let me tell you" Aygul took the paper.
"This is a security assessment form, it said there are ten important items, we have to answer "Yes " or "No". yes" is minus 10, "no" is plus 10. In a word, gets more score means is the more safe family".
" Okay, I understand it. what is the first one?"Nisahan asked.
" First is, Are you Uyghur?" Aygul translated.
Aygul and Nisahan looked each other for a while.
" Yes!" Nisahan with a smile. "Even "Uyghur identity" is on the list? Why did not they write are you Han Chinese or Kazakh? "
" Being Uyghur is a crime now, Nisahan Acha " said Aygul, she felt something keep in her throat " since next semester, Uyghur language is banned in all schools, from kindergartens to high schools, I heard some schools Uyghur teachers already fired, I do not know where I can go now ".
" What a sad! My sister" Nisahan said in surprise and sigh " When communist China come to Uyghur land, we treat them as guests, now they become our Owner !".
" yes, just like our saying goes" wild cat expels house cat," said Aygul, "many years ago, I heard from my grandparents that when they were a child, it was hard to see Han Chinese."
" That is right, Aygul Ukam (sister), When I was a child, Han Chinese are like foreigner, very few in our hometown, but now, We are Uyghur people become foreigners in our land!" Silence for a moment.
" Second one, Do you have a religious belief?" Aygul continued.
" No! " Nisahan said right away" I do not want to be called as a terrorist, dear sister". " Write "no", please!"
In fact, Aygul knows her writing is not true, people's heart keeps their belief, their hearts know everything, but nowadays no one has the freedom to tell openly who they are as Muslim or Christian, Even "Religion" this word becomes quite sensitive taboo.
"Move to third, Do any member of your family have a passport?" Aygul translated.
" What passport? Last month authority took away all Uyghur's passport, what they want again? They may afraid of us having a copy one" Nisahan said with a joke.
" People traveled to abroad have many problems now," Aygul said," I forget to tell you, yesterday I made dinner for Patima, she is sick, especially she can't sleep at night, she can't stop thinking of her son ".
Patima is their neighbor. She is a single mother.She lost her son two months ago.
" I feel very sorry for her situation, Aygul sister," Nisahan said. Her voice is trembling. " Patima has only this one son, Peace upon to him! She is a brave mom, when she was young, lost her husband, she raised his son by herself, it is not easy, Aygul sister, especially for a woman".
Aygul took a deep breath." I am worried about her health, if it goes like this, she will be creasy."
" She always said her son is her hope. so that is why she named him " Arman" (Hope)", but circumstance took her Hope away" Nisahan said.
Arman is a university student in Kashgar, he had gone to Turkey last year, three months ago he was taken to interrogation about his travel in Turkey, after one week he was released. But, he became ill, later passed away within one month.
" I heard police pressed him very much about whether he joined in some terrorist group in Turkey ?"
"See this unfairness, Arman grew up in this neighborhood, I know he was a good guy" Nisahan closed her eyes for a moment...
" Not only Arman, recently so many innocent, young Uyghur people are sent to camps," Aygul said.
" I heard of it, what is it called? I can't remember full" Nisahan said.
" Re-education camps " Aygul added.
" yes, Re-education camps, " Nisahan said, " I think it is also a kind of prison, gathering people here, not allow them to go out or connect to outside, the only thing they can do is learning Communism, Marxism, something like that"
" If it is only about learning, that will be great. But, it is just a name. maybe you do not know one very horrified fact ?" Aygul said.
"What fact? What else do they in the camp?" Nisahan said with curious.
" These Uyghur young people must have a health check, if it is not qualified, they are not sent to here, also gathering their blood test and DNA," Aygul said. Her hands crossed tightly.
" Why do they have a health check, learning things need to check health ?" Nisahan said.
" For their kidneys and livers," Aygul said.
"My God, what are you talking Aygul sister, Are you serious? " Nisahan grabbed her heads.
Aygul nodded. Her heart pained. she hoped this reality was just a dream of herself.
" When I was a child, Chinese communist party educated me what experiments Japanese soldier did to Chinese people during the war, now they do the same on Uyghur people," Nisahan said with a sad tone.
" Not for the experiment, these Uyghur's are for profit, for money. nowadays, many foreigners come to China doing organ operation, now Kashgar airport has a special line to transport it in short time to any place in China, that is why!"
" See this monster," Nisahan said in anger tone" Take our motherland, take our wealth, now these Chinese communists take Uyghur's life to satisfy their greed, God bless my Uyghur people, dear sister, God bless our children!"
" Except for God, who else Uyghur people can ask for help?" Aygul's eyes are full of tear " We do not have a country like Kazakhstan. When authority started to confiscate passports of Uyghurs and Kazakhs, Kazakh people made a complaint told Kazakhstan government, later authority gives back Kazakh's passport, but who can speak for Uyghur people? A people who are without nation never has real freedom!"
" You are right, my sister" " Nisahan said" This ground we are standing is Uyghur's motherland, we call it East-Turkestan by our heart, but speaking this word now is enough to death penalty"
" This is why now Uyghur's all things are about to go extinction, from culture to language, even our life," said Aygul " When we protest, communist army kills us like an animal, Uyghur's blood flows like a river. we are so weak now, Nisanhan Acha ".
" Aygul sister, One thing I am sure" Nisahan said" After a period of dark night, we'll embrace the sunrise, One day will come, Uyghur's faith and kindness overcome this brutality and unfairness, the world will eventually be on the side of Justice, we have to believe in it"...
At 2:00 p.m. On a bus
Aygul usually takes 15 minutes bus to school.
She was sitting by the window side.
while the bus was moving, she was looking to the outside.
Small sized " Police station" can be seen almost every street entrance. Surveillance cameras are spread over every place in the city, equipped security force are located in major sites.
All of a sudden, Aygul recalled a book she read several years ago, called " 1984". She paid her admiration to George Orwell " what a great author! " Aygul thought to herself " How this man could imagine in 21 century, in Uyghur region, that kind of mechanic total control to people is carried out, it becomes a reality, even buying a knife needs ID card to register in the computer".
Red banners are everywhere in the streets with the words " Go with Chinese Communist party forever", " Tightly gathering around the Communist party leader Xi Jin Ping", " Without Communist Party, Without New China".
Red traffic light, Bus stopped.
At this time, a troops car stopped just along with the bus. Aygul saw this car is full of troops with heavy arms in their hands, wore same green uniforms. She looked at their face, they seemed like very nervous and serious. This made Aygul feel a bit scared. The car also has a banner with " Xinjiang's stability, First priority", " Hardline strike to Terrorism".
" Terrorism?" Aygul murmured," Who are terrorist ? Where are terrorist? What is the definition of terrorist ?''
The bus started to move and after a while stopped at a bus stop.
Three well equipped Chinese police got on the bus. "Please hand in your telephones, thanks for cooperation". one of them said.
For people are living in Kashgar, from shopping mall to hospital, from public bus to public bathroom, security check becomes like three meal a day, including telephone check.
Aygul handed on her telephone to police. After a while gave back to her.
" What it this picture?" A loud voice came from the back of the bus. Aygul turned to the backside. A policeman checked a young Uyghur man's telephone.
" I am sorry, police officer," The guy said. Aygul was looking at the guy's face.He seemed like very regret not deleting that picture. He felt scared and looking around. He hoped people around him to help him, but he also knows this is impossible.
The police officer called a telephone and said:" We find a terrorist suspect, his telephone has Turkey's flag".
" Take him go" the answer came.
While the guy was taken off by three policemen, his eyes and Aygul's eyes were seeing. His eyes seemed like calling Aygul:" My sister, give me your hands ! " At this moment, Aygul wanted to stand up and say " No, He is not a terrorist! ", but she was not able to do that. A mountain pressure from shoulder to press her.
" Again, an Uyghur is diminished from the Earth." Aygul thought.
As a mother, her motherhood torments her heart.
" Again, an Uyghur mother can't see her son forever."
She did not know him, but one fact she understands very well that they are sharing the same destiny.
The bus started to move.
" Why? Why? Why? Where is our human right? Where is our human dignity? " this questions constantly exploded in her mind.
" Just like Jewish people 80 years ago , we are disappeared step by step, step by step..."
At that time, the bus passed through the most famous site of Kashgar, " Id Kah Mosque ", which is dating back to 996. Nearly hundred Chinese soldiers were walking through on the small square, right in front of the mosque.
Aygul burst into tears. She could not control herself.
" Our ancestors had built this beautiful city, a city is praised as the cradle of Uyghur culture. But now, parents can't protect their children, even the holiest place, we are not able to protect, Dear God, help us! help us! "
Her tear was raining.
A woman beside her seeing Aygul's cry. She opened her bag and take out a tissue to her...
At 4: oop.m. Classroom of Class 1 Grade 3
Aygul comes to the door of class.
She grabbed the doorknob.
How many times she has opened this door she did not know, but for her and for these students this would be the last mother language class.
If she steps into the class, this is also her last chance to stay with her beloved students.
She heard students are talking and laughing.
She took a deep breath, opened the door.
All students looked at her.
'' Assalamu Alykum, my children!" Aygul said with a smile.
" Weleykum Assalam, teacher!"
She looked through every student, their eyes.
" First of all, I'd like to say," Aygul tried to control herself " you guys made it, about to graduate school to be high school students".
Students cheered up.
" This is our farewell class, I hope you guys pay attention to me, this is your last chance to..." Aygul stopped.
" Let's get started..." She said.
All students attended the class. Even the naughty boys sitting back in the classroom, they're here today. For playing the game, they had missed the class occasionally.
Today, She explained the type of sentence and how to form a sentence in Uyghur language. For their understanding, she usually uses easy examples to talk to her students, Students like her class.
At 4:40p.m. Classroom of Class 1 Grade 3
Time flies, she closed the book. She wanna talk more to students, she said:" My children, I am standing here today，is my privilege. I am happy for knowing you in my life. If I have done something not good enough for you during this three years，I apologize to you！“
She walked several steps ahead.
“ Life is too short，wherever you go, what circumstance you face, you have to stick to your faith and kindness".
A boy stood up.
" Teacher, all students together prepare a gift for you" he came over Aygul and gave her it.
It is an album.
Aygul opened it. There was a sentence on the first page: We can not thanks enough to you, Aygul Teacher, we love you! From all students in class 1 Grade 3.
She continued to see.
This is the picture of all students and teachers when they meet the first day in school, this is the one " football match", that is the one that when "Uyghur calligraphy match" give the medal to students.
Aygul's eyes were full of the tear. " What a beautiful days! thanks all, This is the most precious gift for me in my life! "
"In the end of the ..." While Aygul talking, she was seeing another student, Raziye raising her hand.
" Yes, Raziye, Do you have any question?" Aygul asked.
All students looked at her.
" Yes teacher, I have, I want to know that Is my dad a bad man?" Raziye looked at Aygul's eyes.
Students were surprised by this question. some of them are laughing.
Aygul came to in front of her.
" what do you mean Raziye, why your dad is a bad man?" Aygul asked.
" If my dad is not a bad man, why police put him into prison?" Raziye said.
Aygul felt extremely surprised. This woman, in her 15 years career, first time to face the most difficult question. Because, this question is also the question Aygul asked herself in every hour, every minute. This is the question that stands in front of her conscience.
“ I want to know,” she said to all students “ Who’s parents or relatives or people you know are arrested? please let me know!”
She got shocked. All students raised their hands.She finally got understand.
“I see, this is why so many crowded streets, markets are becoming like desert nowadays!”
Aygul hugged Raziye tightly， just like someone takes her away.
“ No， my daughter，No ” Aygul shout.
Finally, Augul could say the word“ No！”.
“ Your dad is a good man， you have to believe in it! ” Aygul said in determine.
“ How can I save my dad，teacher？” Her voice is trembling with emotion.
At this moment，Aygul's eyes are staring at the red flag on the wall.
“ Uyghur's hand has nothing today！ but there is someone standing on our shoulder with a hammer on right hand and a sickle on left. When we overthrow it and raise our blue flag， your dad then will be free! Raziye. ” spoked with her mighty voice.
Aygul back to the stage.
I hope you keep in your mind this words: When a people are enslaved, as long as they hold fast to their language it is as if they had the key to their prison."
Aygul burst into tears. Her face is pale. She said: “This is your last chance to hear your teacher read a poem to you in your mother tongue， please be attentive！”
Wake Up
Abduhalik Uyghur
Poor Uyghur ，wake up，your sleep is enough，
You do not have goods ，you loose now it is only your life.
If you do not save yourself from the death，
Your circumstance will be dangerous and at stake.
“ Stand up,” I said ，raise your head！ wake up！
Cut your enemies head，splash their blood.
If you do not open your eyes and behold around，
you would be compelled to die with your want （hope）.
As yet your person as lifeless，
So you have no worry about the death，
I call upon，but you still lie down，
Would you like to die without seeing the light?
Open your eyes looking around，
Pondering your future about.
Once you lose this golden chance，
Your thing will burst with fault.
My ruthful heart upon to you ，my Uyghur，
My companion，brother ，sister and kin.
I care for you，wake up you，
Do not hear me，what happen to you？
One day will come you regret，
Understand what I said.
“Ohh” if you say that will be late，
Then you give in Abhuhalik's word.
(This peom written in 1932 , Translated by I.K.Nurdun)
At 5:00p.m. Classroom of Class 1 Grade 3
The bell rang. It seemed like a judge stroke a gavel and announced, Aygul's 15 years mother language teaching come to end. This is also the sign that this is the last day for Uyghur language in school.
Then she turned to the blackboard, took a piece of chalk, and, bearing on with all her might, she wrote as large as she could: “! ياشىسۇن مەڭگۈ ئۇيغۇرتىلى ”. ( Uyghur language lives forever! )
Today Just At The Moment
The door opened. Aygul steps into the room. Then the door closed.
This is a tiny cell, she is just sitting on the cold ground, she has just finishe the blood test.
There is a small window in this cell. She is looking through it to see the sky.
Just this moment, She is seeing a bird flying in the blue sky.
Aygul says to herself: ” If I were that bird!...”
The End!
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