Imad al-Din was an ordinary Persian teenager. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Before 1923, Imad-uddin and his family lived in Ramadiddin, whose home was on the shores of Lake Habbaniah, and there were seven members of the family, in addition to two older brothers and one sister, and one younger sister.

The family of Imad-al-Din was very common in Persia, although polygamy was allowed in Persia, but in reality for ordinary people, this tradition did not mean much, ordinary Persians could not afford to marry too many wives, monogamy was more common.

Imaddin's father and two older brothers were killed in the Syrian-Iraqi war, and some say that Imaddin's father did not die and followed Karim to Iran, but this means little to Imaddin, who has not seen his father and brothers since they joined the army.

As Lan Fang's army advanced deep into Iraq, Imad al-Din's mother decided to flee with the others, just to avoid the legendary brutal Lan Fang people.

The journey was arduous, as Imaddin's mother died of illness on the way to escape, and his sister was subsequently separated, leaving him with only his six-year-old sister.

Imad al-Din was only 12 years old, and the two children began their arduous journey as refugees.

Imad-al-Din and his sister were in Najd at the time of the "homecoming" boom, which was relatively lucky, and if Imadadin and his sister were in Iran, they would not have had the opportunity to return to their homeland.

In order to prevent the Persians who originally belonged to the western province of Lanfang from returning to their hometowns, the Iranians even built concentration camps in Iran, the Najd people were not so brutal, because of the relationship with Lanfang, the Najd people allowed these Persians to return to their homeland, so Imad-uddin and his sister have been staying on the border during this time.

It is said that it is a border line, but it is actually a small town, there is no obvious border demarcation line in the town, and there is no high wall barbed wire or anything, Lanfang people can take the shuttle bus to Gaochang every day, and Imaddin's dream is to be able to board the shuttle bus with his sister.

If you don't take a car, Imad-din stays in this town more than three hundred kilometers from Gaochang, even if it is close to two hundred kilometers from the nearest populated place, in order to survive, Imad-din has sold his camels, without the help of camels, Imad-din and his sister can not even leave this town.

Imad Din's impression of the Lan Fang people changed from this town, Yi Maddin clearly remembers that when the Lan Fang people did not come to the town, the town was surrounded by a refugee camp composed of shacks, the refugee camp had poor sanitary conditions, insufficient living materials, diseases were rampant, and violence occurred frequently, and Imaeddin's mother died of illness here, and then one morning Imad Din's sister went out to look for food, but never came back, if it wasn't for the arrival of the Lan Fang people, Imad-al-Din and his sister may have died silently before being burned as garbage.

Finally one day, the legendary blue-faced fanged Lanfang people came to this town in a strange-looking car, and then everything slowly changed, the first thing that changed was the refugee camp, under the command of the Lanfang soldiers, a piece of disorderly shacks were demolished, and then a beautiful tent rose from the ground, these tents are Lanfang people, although the refugee door can not be removed, but you can live in it, which is really different from the shack.

Along with the Lanfang people come a variety of food and basic medical security, although there is still not enough to eat, but there is no starvation of people, if there are refugees sick, they will also get timely assistance, although many times the means of relief is only the prayer of the Lanfang military priest, but for many patients, whether it is "Lord" or "God", as long as God still cares for the people in this land, then people have the hope of living.

Imadadin had fantasized in the dead of night that it would be better if the Lanfang people had come earlier, and perhaps Imaddin's mother would not have died of illness.

In deciding to return to Ramadi, Imad-uddin consulted his sister.

Imaddin's sister has no problem with where to go, and for Imaddin's sister, the place where Imadadin is home.

The only thing that I had some doubts about was Lan Fang's beliefs.

The word Imad al-Din means "pillar of religion" in Persian, and the name suggests that Imad Din's parents had expectations for him, and that his sister feared that the name would cause him trouble.

Imad-uddin saw this, and after knowing his sister's worries, Imad-uddin explained it like this: "Our parents have served the Lord all their lives, and the Lord has not let them live a good life, and my mother is now sick and dead, and my father does not know where it is. ”

Well, that's no problem, in mid-September, Imad-uddin and his sister returned to the Western Province after nearly half a year of wandering.

Truth be told, Imad-al-Din would love to go back to Ramadid-din - no, it's no longer called Ramadi, it's Lakeside - even if he can't live there and see his former home, but the Ramad-Din soldiers didn't fulfill Imaddin's wish, and Imadeddin and his sister were going to Baling, formerly Beirut.

After arriving in Baling, the Baling government placed Imad-al-Din and his sister in a makeshift town.

It is a small town in the desert, with no lakes, no oases, and no farmland, only an intermittent well that provides a part of the domestic water.

"How are we going to live in the future?" Imad al-Din was a little desperate.

"Don't worry, since the Lanfang government has brought you back, it will definitely not let you starve to death-" The answer to Imadin was the newly appointed mayor, the mayor of the town was a Lanfang retired soldier named "Cheng", although Cheng did not have a foot, but no one dared to despise Cheng, Imadin heard the soldiers who sent him and his sister here call Cheng "old squad leader", and he respected Cheng very much.

Of course, what may have terrified Imadadin more was the pistol on Cheng's waist, which Imadadin had seen Lan Fang soldiers use, and in the refugee camp in Najd, Lan Fang soldiers used this kind of pistol to kill nearly 100 people who had misbehaved in the refugee camp.

Cheng speaks in Chinese, because he has the experience of dealing with the Lanfang people in the refugee camp, and Imadeddin can only understand part of it, and when Cheng speaks, there is a person by Cheng's side who translates word by word, which will not cause a miscommunication.

"This is our future home, our task is to plant trees, don't worry about water and saplings, in a few days there will be a drilling team to help us dig wells, and then someone will send the saplings, don't worry about food and use, in the next six months, these are all in charge of the Lanfang government, our only task is to plant trees, as many trees as possible - in the period when the saplings have not been transported, you have to start learning Chinese, the translator will only stay here for three months, after three months, if there are still people who can't use Chinese, Then you will be deported - so you all give me caution, you are not really accepted by the Lanfang government yet, if you want to become a real Lanfang person, in addition to being able to use Chinese, each of you has to plant a hundred trees in a year, pay attention to this number, it is the number that must survive-" Cheng gushed in the small square in the center of the town, but Imad-uddin was a little absent-minded.

There was only one sentence echoing in Imaddin's mind: You have not been truly accepted by Lan Fang.

This made Imadadin feel very frightened, and Imadadin did not want to live a life of exile again, and Imadadin could not lose his sister, the only relative.

"So, how can we make Lan Fang truly accept us?" Imad al-Din unconsciously asked the most crucial question.

Imaddin's question caught Cheng's attention, not the problem itself, but the pronunciation of Imaddin's when he said "Lan Fang", which was very standard.

"This is a good question, if you can speak other Chinese characters as standard as when you just said 'Lan Fang', then you have the qualifications to join Lan Fang, it is not easy to become a glorious Lan Fang person, boy, you still need to work hard." Cheng is a little kind and pleasant.

"I'll definitely try my best." Imad al-Din is firm.

"Okay, today is Sunday, it's worship time, you can choose to go to the church, you can choose to go to the mosque, there is only one principle, that is, no coercion, I don't care what your previous canons were, but in our Lanfang, no one is allowed to force others to believe in religion, this is a big sin that will be beheaded, you must keep this in mind." Cheng seemed to remember something after speaking, and pointed to the church next to the small square and said: "If you go to the church to pray, there will be unexpected surprises, today Father Henry has prepared some apples, if you go to the church, each person can get one." ”

After Cheng finished speaking, he turned around and entered the church.

At the entrance of the church, the only priest in the town was looking at the townspeople with expectant eyes, and beside the priest there was a table with all red apples on it.

Cheng said "non-interference", but in fact, the people in the town have no choice, because in this town, there is only one church, there is no mosque, if the people in the town want to go to the mosque to participate in religious services, then they have to build one themselves.

This is not realistic, because the Persians in those years had little financial resources, nor did they have the donations of wealthy funders, which could not be compared with the Catholic Church, which had a great family.

Seeing Cheng take one of the largest and reddest apples, people were a little moved, but the long-term habit kept them silent.

Thinking of what Cheng just said, Imaddin was finally the first to stand up: "I will serve God from today onwards." ”

Just as Imad Addin stepped forward, Imad Din's sister followed behind Imad Addin without a hint of hesitation.

"God bless you, child, you deserve it." The priest picked up a large, red apple and stuffed it to Imaddin, then handed it another to Imaddin's sister.

"I—I also serve God." Someone immediately followed.

In the face of survival, faith really doesn't matter.