Last time I talked with my mom was Dec. 31, 2017. My mom told me, don’t try to contact with us. We will contact with you. He said, let’s talk next time. Let’s talk next time. That was the last time we ever talked to my father. She left a message over the WeChat saying that she’s going to Beijing. That’s the last message she left for me. Almost everyone that I know was taken into camps. It felt like our entire social circle was just evaporated like that overnight. My friend told me my parents are studying. But I know the word studying means re-education camp. In the one night, I lose everything. It’s torturing me of not knowing whether my mother is alive or not. I don’t know what she is eating right now. I don’t know what she’s doing right now. Does she have enough clothes? Does the people inside of the camp or detention centers are torture her? More than a year after my father’s arrest, we received the news that he was sentenced to 15 years in prison. They fear that Uighur people learn their own culture too much. And they fear that we have this kind — we have this kind of ethnic pride. And they don’t even give a reason. Just because we were Muslim. I feel scared. Like I had nightmares of me being sent to China and got caught up into the detention centers. Instead of being a normal human being, I turned into — I was forcibly turned into a political being. When I feel homesick nowadays, the best thing I think I can do is try to do something to help my father, try to do something to help millions of Uighurs that are locked up in concentration camps. People who are watching this video, please call your senators. Ask U.S. government to help the Uighur peoples. It’s not the re-education camp. It’s a jail.