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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. It’s estimated possibly over 2 million Uyghur Muslims have been put into these concentration camps which China calls “re-edcuation camps” 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 ‘ideological disease’. Many of the people put in these camps don’t 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.

She was taking her idea and running with it now.

@credulous-ten

She looks up from what she was doing and nods compliantly, a clueless smile on her face. “Okay! What is it? Where is it? Oh - if it’s 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…” she trails off, then blinks out of her reverie. “So, where’s the something?”

Ten shifted, “W-what…?” She lifted her head to look first at BEN, then at the unfamiliar lady. “I… have a father?”

“Of 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 don’t know that much.” The woman retorted. She turned back to speak again to BEN.

“Boy. You’re 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, we’ll keep coming back until we find what we’re looking for.

“Her 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.” She explained, leaving no moment of silence long enough for any interruption. Her hand reached out and pinched some of Ten’s 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 Ten’s chair. “If you find it, we’ll have no reason to ever come for her again, and you can rest easy. What do you say?“

There was a laugh. “Who said I’d bring her back to her place after this? no, I’d easily bring her to a place you wouldn’t 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.” another laugh. “That is to say, had he any. I’m afraid you don’t know what you’re up against. did it ever occur to you that maybe, just maybe… you’re talking to a ghost?”

the smile dropped and his eyes narrowed. enough of this. he disappeared, reappearing with a single arm around her neck- but he wasn’t constricting her pipes. “Again, you’re lucky she’s the person you’re threatening. you know she got real upset when I taught the villagers who attacked her a lesson, and i think she’d get upset were I to break your puny little neck. but since you’re standing behind her…” 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 wasn’t even paying her anymore mind, just unstrapping Ten from the chair she was sitting in.

A horrified scream pierced her thoughts, and the voice of the woman who was yelling, "My hair! Put it out!"

“What are you doing out this late?”

“This part of town isn’t a good place to be at this time of night.”

“Now what’s a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?” 

“You do realize what time it is, right?” 

“Where are you going at this hour?” 

“The sun isn’t rising anytime soon, you know.” 

“Do you know where I am?” 

“The city looks different at night.” 

“This street is very dark…” 

“Why don’t you come stand in the light?” 

“Are you lost?” 

“I got turned around in the dark…” 

“This isn’t the time to go wandering around.”

“Only fools and trouble come out to these parts at this hour.” 

“Looking for trouble, are we?” 

“A little late to be shopping.” 

“Just coming back from the bar?” 

“Think any of the pubs are still going to be open?” 

“Trouble lurks around every shadowed corner.” 

“Woah! I didn’t see you there!”

“Where did you come from?” 

“What are you doing here?” 

“A bold move to show your face here in the shadows of night.” 

“Go home.” 

“It isn’t safe here at this time of night.” 

“You’re being watched.” 

“What are you doing still up?” 

“Looking for something?” 

“I like walking when the streets are empty.”

“It’s dangerous to walk at night alone.” 

“I know where I’m going.” 

“The trees are kind of spooky…”

“Did you hear that howl?” 

“Was…was that an owl…?” 

“This path is scary at night…” 

“The woods is no place a __ after dusk.” 

“Oh you poor soul, wandering lost in the forest under the new moon…” 

“You can’t see the stars from here…” 

“This is the witching hour.” 

“Dark beasts lurk here. Be cautious.” 

“Stay on the road!” 

“Talking a midnight stroll along the beach?” 

“The ocean is so mysterious at night…” 

“What brings you to the pier at this hour?” 

“What dangers lurk in these dark waters, I wonder.” 

“You’re going to get yourself lost one of these days.” 

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.”

he processed what he just said, and laughed again. “Ten, a grapefruit is a fruit, a plant… into a story. your tale about eating the grapefruit is a story, not the fruit itself.” still, hearing that brought a momentary sense of relief. she’d not changed much, apparently.

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.

The Adventures of Pixie and Brutus. Part 4.

This is Scout and she likes the elevator because it means going for a walk.

She’s talking about paraphernalia she collected on her trip but whoops time for confusion

It made sense to her, and that’s 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 couldn’t remember which one, exactly. That was upsetting.

he laughed just a little- how could you not? “alright, how do you eat a story? I’ve not heard that one before.” 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. 

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."