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@ten-smolbean
China is putting Uyghur Muslims into Concentration Camps
This is one of the greatest attrocities and oppression taking place in the world today yet still it is one of the least talked about issues. Itâs estimated possibly over 2 million Uyghur Muslims have been put into these concentration camps which China calls âre-edcuation campsâ and the goals is to wipe out and clean them from their cultural and religious identity. They have built dozens of these camps with fortified walls and barbed wire fences which they hide from the world media.
China sees Islam as an âideological diseaseâ. Many of the people put in these camps donât make it out alive due to to the harsh living conditions inside. Many leave behind children who are then sent to government run orphanages and are brainwashed from a young age removing their cultural and religious identity.
Uyghur Muslims can be arrested and put in these camps for the smallest of reasons and every step they take is monitored by the authorities. Facial recognition cameras and high tech equipment has been deployed in East Turkestan turning it into a complete surveillance state. This isnât fantasy or âfake newsâ. This is happening now in East Turkestan. Donât let history repeat itself. Share and let the world know the truth.
please boost this!!!!
I believe every word here because I remember Chinaâs infiltration in African countries especially Uganda. Forcing the women to marry Chinese men and give up their culture as a way to maintain tight control of their minerals and resources. The Chinese are the new colonizers but they are getting away with because no one is aware of it. They are being a lot smarter about it and thus history repeats itself. Please spread awareness about their literal concentration/ death camps.
THE CHINESE INQUISITION
Starlit Show
She let herself be led through to the outdoors, paying no heed to any sort of possible concern from BEN, and as soon as they stepped outside she instantly craned her neck to look at the stars. âIs this what you wanted to show me? Stars arenât very loud, BEN⊠oh! Maybe you can hear them better because your ears are better than mine? What do they sound like?â She cupped her free hand behind her ear, straining for any sound that didnât belong to the forest, or to herself (because, of course, sheâs the loudest creature in the vicinity). âI guess if itâs the stars, theyâre probably usually really quiet, but they must be especially loud tonight.â
She was taking her idea and running with it now.
âItâs not the stars alone thatâs special.â he led her to a decently sized clearing, where there was a blanket on the ground, and a couple of chairs so she had a choice of seating. âAlright, just stay here, and keep an eye on the sky. Iâll be right back, just have to start it. and if itâs too loud, there are some earmuffs on that chair there.â he had to make sure she was set up before he left. âjust stay here and Iâll be right back, alright?â
âOh, alright.â She sat down in the chair he had gestured to, internally coming up with ideas about star-language-translator machines that BEN must have found in a really obscure star market or something. âKeep an eye on the sky... oh no, now I feel like I need to blink.â She closed one eye carefully, squinting up at the sky with the other one, and then when it was no longer cold and stinging she opened it up and repeated with the other eye, ensuring that at least one of her eyes was still on the stars. She was probably taking the instruction too seriously, but oh well. If BEN returned right then, heâd just see her winking at the sky repeatedly.
Starlit Show
@credulous-ten
She looks up from what she was doing and nods compliantly, a clueless smile on her face. âOkay! What is it? Where is it? Oh - if itâs cheese, then I think I have lots already. Somebody left a big wagon of cheese covered in claw marks, lying in the path. They must not have wanted itâŠâ she trails off, then blinks out of her reverie. âSo, whereâs the something?â
that was a story to get into some other time⊠claw marks. that person probably didnât simply âleaveâ the cheese behindâŠÂ âWell, we gotta head outside, itâs not something you can see indoors. we donât have to go far though- just need a clear view of the stars for it to work.â he carefully took her hand, that moment of faltered expression past, all smiles here. he was leading the way- heâd set it up earlier, the only missing piece was the audience.
She let herself be led through to the outdoors, paying no heed to any sort of possible concern from BEN, and as soon as they stepped outside she instantly craned her neck to look at the stars. "Is this what you wanted to show me? Stars arenât very loud, BEN... oh! Maybe you can hear them better because your ears are better than mine? What do they sound like?â She cupped her free hand behind her ear, straining for any sound that didnât belong to the forest, or to herself (because, of course, sheâs the loudest creature in the vicinity). âI guess if itâs the stars, theyâre probably usually really quiet, but they must be especially loud tonight.â
She was taking her idea and running with it now.
It is Dark outside, it is a very much so nighttime, yet here is a BEN, and he looks very pleased. "Ten, Ten, i want to show you something! it's a little loud, but i think you'll really really like it~"
@drownedstatue
She looks up from what she was doing and nods compliantly, a clueless smile on her face. âOkay! What is it? Where is it? Oh - if itâs cheese, then I think I have lots already. Somebody left a big wagon of cheese covered in claw marks, lying in the path. They must not have wanted it...â she trails off, then blinks out of her reverie. âSo, whereâs the something?â
A Rescue Mission
A scoff came from the woman, followed by a blatant dismissal of BENâs speech. âYou must think very highly of the brat. Take it from me, boy, that girl has her fatherâs lying, cheating, stealing blood running through her veins.â
Ten shifted, âW-whatâŠ?â She lifted her head to look first at BEN, then at the unfamiliar lady. âI⊠have a father?â
âOf course you do, although calling that worthless scumbag your parent in my presence is not a very good idea. He must not have raised you very well, if you donât know that much.â The woman retorted. She turned back to speak again to BEN.
âBoy. Youâre familiar with the layout of that house, I presume. I have a job for you. If you really want the brat back, do as I say. After all, even if you do somehow manage to rescue her, weâll keep coming back until we find what weâre looking for.
âHer father stole an important document from us, and we want it back. The man himself is since dead, but we know that he left the document in the care of hisnext of kin.â She explained, leaving no moment of silence long enough for any interruption. Her hand reached out and pinched some of Tenâs hair in her fingers, and she rolled it around before dropping it in disgust when some blood came off on her fingers.
Continuing, the woman walked around to stand behind Tenâs chair. âIf you find it, weâll have no reason to ever come for her again, and you can rest easy. What do you say?â
There was a laugh. âWho said Iâd bring her back to her place after this? no, Iâd easily bring her to a place you wouldnât want to find- places like that are safe. you may be able to handle humans, but none of this would even make slender bat an eye.â another laugh. âThat is to say, had he any. Iâm afraid you donât know what youâre up against. did it ever occur to you that maybe, just maybe⊠youâre talking to a ghost?â
the smile dropped and his eyes narrowed. enough of this. he disappeared, reappearing with a single arm around her neck- but he wasnât constricting her pipes. âAgain, youâre lucky sheâs the person youâre threatening. you know she got real upset when I taught the villagers who attacked her a lesson, and i think sheâd get upset were I to break your puny little neck. but since youâre standing behind herâŠâ His other hand came to her face, lit on fire. he pressed the flames against her hair and then let go, letting her hair burn to a crisp. with that he wasnât even paying her anymore mind, just unstrapping Ten from the chair she was sitting in.
âIf you really want that document, you should just ask her for it. itâs not like she even knows how to read: whatâs a paper with writing going to mean to her? I know the houseâs layout. however, I donât know where she keeps everything- because frankly, thatâs not my business. but if you think this girl is even capable of lying⊠you got some pretty strong drugs messing up your system. if she was a liar, I'd know. itâs hard to trick a trickster.â
The buzzing in Ten's ears had returned, muffling the voices. The only thing that ran through her mind was the idea that, at some point in her life, she had acquired a father, who had later run away? She had no memory of the event. Thinking about it only made her head hurt.
A horrified scream pierced her thoughts, and the voice of the woman who was yelling, "My hair! Put it out!"
The word 'Loud' wandered through her mind, but nothing else registered. After awhile she realized something was touching her, and her dull eyes noticed her friend removing the binds that stuck her to the chair. "BEN, is the lady okay? Why... she screaming?"
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Late Night Wanderings Sentence Starters
âWhat are you doing out this late?â
âThis part of town isnât a good place to be at this time of night.â
âNow whatâs a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?âÂ
âYou do realize what time it is, right?âÂ
âWhere are you going at this hour?âÂ
âThe sun isnât rising anytime soon, you know.âÂ
âDo you know where I am?âÂ
âThe city looks different at night.âÂ
âThis street is very darkâŠâÂ
âWhy donât you come stand in the light?âÂ
âAre you lost?âÂ
âI got turned around in the darkâŠâÂ
âThis isnât the time to go wandering around.â
âOnly fools and trouble come out to these parts at this hour.âÂ
âLooking for trouble, are we?âÂ
âA little late to be shopping.âÂ
âJust coming back from the bar?âÂ
âThink any of the pubs are still going to be open?âÂ
âTrouble lurks around every shadowed corner.âÂ
âWoah! I didnât see you there!â
âWhere did you come from?âÂ
âWhat are you doing here?âÂ
âA bold move to show your face here in the shadows of night.âÂ
âGo home.âÂ
âIt isnât safe here at this time of night.âÂ
âYouâre being watched.âÂ
âWhat are you doing still up?âÂ
âLooking for something?âÂ
âI like walking when the streets are empty.â
âItâs dangerous to walk at night alone.âÂ
âI know where Iâm going.âÂ
âThe trees are kind of spookyâŠâ
âDid you hear that howl?âÂ
âWasâŠwas that an owlâŠ?âÂ
âThis path is scary at nightâŠâÂ
âThe woods is no place a __ after dusk.âÂ
âOh you poor soul, wandering lost in the forest under the new moonâŠâÂ
âYou canât see the stars from hereâŠâÂ
âThis is the witching hour.âÂ
âDark beasts lurk here. Be cautious.âÂ
âStay on the road!âÂ
âTalking a midnight stroll along the beach?âÂ
âThe ocean is so mysterious at nightâŠâÂ
âWhat brings you to the pier at this hour?âÂ
âWhat dangers lurk in these dark waters, I wonder.âÂ
âYouâre going to get yourself lost one of these days.âÂ
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Youâre alive!
She did indeed seat herself on the couch like a civil human being, looking around the room. This, at least, she vaguely recalled. The chair room had always been appropriately named because it was the room that stored all the seating that was light enough for little Ten to carry in from the rest of the house.
A row of stools and old wooden chairs lined the wall like they were expecting guests to arrive soon, and the focal point was the couch and three armchairs, and a floor lamp in the center. It was broken, but Ten thought it was pretty anyway.
âWell, it was a grapefruit,â She began, recalling her story, âAnd I was hungry. And I had never eaten a grapefruit before, so I thought I could eat it, but I donât think I like grapefruits.â
She removed her backpack, setting it on the couch at BENâs feet. Several clanking sounds in different pitches sounded as the bag rustled and sagged. âThe rest of the stories are sorta hard to eat, so I didnât try. You can look at them, if you like.â
he processed what he just said, and laughed again. âTen, a grapefruit is a fruit, a plant⊠into a story. your tale about eating the grapefruit is a story, not the fruit itself.â still, hearing that brought a momentary sense of relief. sheâd not changed much, apparently.
that was good. âBut yeah, I wouldnât mind taking a look. and Iâm not surprised you wouldnât be fond of grapefruits, with your reaction to spicy Iâm sure sourâs not your friend either. most people put a dash of sugar on a grapefruit before they eat it.â
She pouted at her own lack of grapefruit knowledge, "I... I knew that! Maybe."
Her hand went to the bag, and she opened it up. The fabric sagged and spilled its contents over the couch between them.
Can opener, thread spool, a pen carved from a stick, a tiny jewelry box that was covered in Polly Pocket stickers, deflated balloon, deflated beach ball, deflated rubber duck... Each treasure seemed equally as mundane as they were random.
She plucked out a scratched-up pink DSi, also decked out with stickers. The stylus was replaced with a twisted plastic straw that couldn't be removed, but when she started it up it worked okay save for a few screen flickers. Her hands clutched the device tightly.
"I found this. It reminded me of you, but I dunno how to use it."
The Adventures of Pixie and Brutus. Part 4.
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Youâre alive!
She ambled along beside him, trying to predict which way heâd turn (and consistently failing). âIâm not wearing a belt, BEN.â She informed him absently. âI keep the stories in my backpack. Most are broken though. And I ate one of them.â
Sheâs talking about paraphernalia she collected on her trip but whoops time for confusion
It made sense to her, and thatâs all she cared about. She kept eyeing the paintings on the walls; some had faces, others were plants or scenes. She remembers having hated one of these paintings - but she couldnât remember which one, exactly. That was upsetting.
he laughed just a little- how could you not? âalright, how do you eat a story? Iâve not heard that one before.â and there they were. he sat on the back of the couch, leaving plenty of room for Ten⊠should she actually sit on the couch at all.Â
she used to sit on the floor most of the time, but being in the world for so long⊠you can learn social norms through observation alone.
She did indeed seat herself on the couch like a civil human being, looking around the room. This, at least, she vaguely recalled. The chair room had always been appropriately named because it was the room that stored all the seating that was light enough for little Ten to carry in from the rest of the house.
A row of stools and old wooden chairs lined the wall like they were expecting guests to arrive soon, and the focal point was the couch and three armchairs, and a floor lamp in the center. It was broken, but Ten thought it was pretty anyway.
"Well, it was a grapefruit," She began, recalling her story, "And I was hungry. And I had never eaten a grapefruit before, so I thought I could eat it, but I don't think I like grapefruits."
She removed her backpack, setting it on the couch at BEN's feet. Several clanking sounds in different pitches sounded as the bag rustled and sagged. "The rest of the stories are sorta hard to eat, so I didn't try. You can look at them, if you like."
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