- Imani Bashir is a writer who was living in Wuhan, China with her husband and 3-year-old son.
- They left for a one-week beach vacation to Malaysia in mid-January to celebrate the Chinese New Year, but on January 23, Wuhan was officially locked down – and they couldn’t go back.
- The family spent a month in Malaysia, shuffling between hotel rooms and trying to figure out their next move.
- Rather than waiting to find out when they’d be able to return to China, the family ultimately decided to ask their landlady to give away their belongings. Bashir’s husband has since taken a new job in another country.
- “Our attitude has been ‘damn the stuff – we’re healthy and together,'” she writes.
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As someone who was living in the city of Wuhan, the center of where the coronavirus started, I know that my and my family’s current displacement is only a morsel of the aftermath of this virus. Information is widely spread, but it’s constantly conflicting. Every person we still know in Wuhan is preparing for this to be an into-the-summer scenario.
Our story
Let’s start at the beginning. I’m from Maryland and my husband is from Buffalo, New York. We’ve been traveling to China together since 2016, before our son was born. My husband coaches American football internationally and as the sport continues to grow in popularity, he’s found more job opportunities in China. Together, we have lived in four countries – Egypt, Poland, China, and the Czech Republic – but nothing major has ever happened that has truly shifted our way of life.
Why we moved
We moved to Wuhan just after the Chinese New Year of 2019, in early February, going straight there from a vacation in Hainan Island, a more tropical area of China. We’d been living in another city in China – Chongqing, which is a couple hundred miles west of Wuhan. We liked Chongqing, but my husband was offered a better work contract in Wuhan so we decided to try it out. As expats, we aren’t ever really opposed to trying a new place to live.
Life in Wuhan
I absolutely loved living in Wuhan, outside of the seasonal smog and air pollution. The smog can get so bad that you can't see anything out of your window. You can be on the 20th-plus floor of your building and not be able to see the next high-rise over.
The smog
The smog is the main reason why people have seen people in China wearing face masks prior to this coronavirus outbreak. It's an ordinary, everyday practice due to the poor air quality in some cities.
Our fateful vacation plans
It's customary for people in China and expats to take a vacation during Chinese New Year since it's the most important and longest local holiday. (The festival began on Saturday, January 25 and lasted until February 8, about 15 days in total.) Since it's such a popular time to travel, it's best to plan ahead, so I had booked our flights out of Wuhan nearly six months prior to ever hearing about the coronavirus.
On December 31, 2019, I received a text message from our landlady saying that there was a potential "pneumonia outbreak" in the area. It didn't make sense to me; I had no idea that pneumonia was a contagious thing. (Editor's note: Certain types of pneumonia are contagious.)
In the various expat group chats we were part of on WeChat (a Chinese app similar to WhatsApp), most people were laughing the outbreak off because we truthfully didn't think it was a huge deal. The main message was "wash your hands with soap" and be merry.
We boarded our plane to Kota Kinabalu, Malaysia on January 14, 2020. Although we heard that people had already been confirmed dead due to this mysterious pneumonia fiasco, we weren't privy to the full depth of what was happening until our plane landed.
At the airport when we arrived, there was a separate section where people who had come from Wuhan had to go to get their body temperature taken via the forehead. Anyone having symptoms of fever and/or coughing was supposed to go to a different area; luckily, we didn't have to go through any additional screenings after they took our temperature.
Realizing we were stranded
Our vacation was meant to be one week long before we returned to our apartment, but on January 23, Wuhan was officially locked down. Everyone that we know who left Wuhan for vacation has been unable to go back. I have many teacher friends whose schools were meant to open again this month, and now that has changed to early May.
We heard - through our group chats with people who had been living in China during the SARS outbreak and remembered how it was handled - that more than likely, planes would not be flying back into China, let alone Wuhan.
It was actually easier to keep up with our loved ones while in Malaysia versus China, because China blocks American internet services including Google, Instagram, and Facebook. The only way to access these sites is by using a VPN, which is illegal in China - so being stuck in Malaysia helped us better keep up with the pulse of what's going on in Wuhan.
After we had been in Malaysia for a month, we decided that we wouldn't be going back, even though we left an apartment full of our things. In that one month, we had to book five different hotel rooms in the same building, constantly moving all of our luggage either up or down the floors. Now, that luggage is all we have left.
The last of our belongings
Thankfully, I travel with our important documents in the event someone needs to go to the doctor and because my son and I have different last names. But back in Wuhan, we'd left the majority of our clothes, my son's toys, my husband's wallet, and our pots and pans. (The good thing about China is most apartments come fully furnished.) I told my landlady to give it all away. There are plenty of children who would probably love my son's toys. We aren't so attached to the stuff, especially with how severe the situation has been. Our attitude has been "damn the stuff - we're healthy and together."
Taking care of our son
We were very vigilant in only taking our son to play areas that did screenings on all kids and adults, including taking people's temperatures and using hand sanitizer. My son did at one point have a dry cough, and it freaked me out. We took him to an infirmary and the doctor confirmed it wasn't anything severe. We concluded it probably had to do with the drastic change in the weather (cold in China, hot in Malaysia) and my son being a bit dehydrated.
Our lives now
As a freelance writer, my income isn't steady. I never know exactly when a deposit is going to hit, so we typically depend on my husband's salary as a more consistent way to live. Unfortunately, because of the coronavirus, his contract in China had to end much earlier, causing us to rely heavily on our savings and burn a hole through it very fast.
We're no longer in Malaysia. We spent four days in Singapore, and then rather than waiting to find out the likelihood of being able to return to China, my husband decided to take a new job in a new country: the Czech Republic. So right now my husband and son are in the Czech Republic, and I just landed back in the US for a prior speaking engagement. I'll join them within a couple of weeks.
Refusing to live in fear
At the beginning, [knowing we couldn't get back to Wuhan] was nerve-racking because this was our home where we created a life with our child. He was only a year old when we came back to China the second time, and now he just turned three. He's full of life and energy, and as a mom I legitimately don't have the time to sit and worry or be afraid. He's a nonstop kind of kid that just wants to play.
Our main goal now is securing our savings that was depleted in this ordeal, and showing up for our little one day-to-day as he continues to grow.
Imani Bashir is an international writer and content creator. Her work heavily supports creating visibility for marginalized communities.
