The first time I met Karen ( we have the same Uyghur name so
it make it easy to remember I will let us have the same English name too) I
thought she was just an English shark that wanted to be friends and practice
language, but the more I realized that wasn’t true. She had lived in the United states for a few
years and actually taught English at a local training school. Having lived abroad she knew how lonely it
can be and just wanted to befriend me.
As we got to know each other she often talked about her two daughters,
but never mentioned a husband. I figured
she must be divorced. One day when I
actually asked her I learned her husband was in jail. In my last Quarterly I mentioned the increase
of violence in the area, her husband had sought to fight the injustice through
education in their mother language.
Loving his own two little girls he had opened a kindergarten in their
mother language. The school was seen as
not complying with local education standards and he was imprisoned. For the last two years Karen has had to raise
her girls one her own while worrying about her husband’s fate. Some neighbours
applaud her husband and support her in their persecution other look down on her and shame her for her
husband’s rebellion. She heard a lot
about J when she lived in the states, but all of their family struggle has
really hardened her heart. But J still says to her “Come”.
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