Robbed of My Family: In Memory of My Grandfather

By Uyghur Aid - May 12, 2019

Negative thoughts, horrible news are overwhelming me these days... So I tried ... Happy thoughts, happy thoughts...

"In the back yard of my grandpa's house, I am reading Zordun Sabir's "Izdinish" on the side of a stream under tall trees. The air is fresh and there is a sound of the running water and a smell of mud. Gradually I am drawn into the book, the lines are reading out loud in my head. I am saddened and also fascinated by the protagonist Ela Nuraxun's tails, with all the horrors of the cultural revolution, he kept moving forward with his life. He kept pursuing his passion and dream in literature and turned to books and poems at times of misery like people would turn to alcohol or drugs, when traumatized or psychologically damaged. Ela, once a passionate, energetic and aspiring college student lost almost everything and gave up all except for his passion in literature and poem. And he actually survived one of the darkest periods of ET/XJ and saw it through."

Back then his tale sounded epic and so far away, and I kind of felt a little bit bad, that my generation doesn't get to experience that. I guess It was some kind of teenager hero complex. But BOY, be careful about what you wish for! Look what kind of a horror we are in right now.

My grandpa's house was razed to the ground back in 2013 in the name of BRI. My teenage year sanctuary was gone. My grandpa passed away recently, and I wasn't able to attend his funeral, couldn't even see him for the one last time, not even through video chat...