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Vaaheguroo jee kaa Khaalsaa! Vaaheguroo jee kee Fateh!!
A Chardi Kalaa story for you!
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It had been 3 days, long hot summer days. Sukh Nidhaan
Singh was close to dyeing, as he lay there in a wooden
cage on a cart drawn by two horses.
He had been captured by the mughal forces near the
jungles of afhgan. He hadn't slept or eaten properly
for days so he was weak when he was pounced upon by
the mughal soldiers. he had put up a good fight and
even killed a few of them, but he was injured and he
was overpowered and captured. The mughal soldiers had
tied him upside down from a tree and beaten him
severely. the mughal Soldiers thought that instead of
killing him they would take him to their Nawaab, he
would be pleased with the fine specimen of Sikh
warrior they had caught. They thought it would be a
good challenge to try and convert this Kafir.
It had been 5 months of travelling since Sukh nidhaan
had seen another Sikh. the last time was 5 months ago
he met a Sikh messenger travelling to take news to
Baba Deep Singh ji. When he met the gursikh he fell to
the floor and cried at the gursikhs feet. the gursikh
embraced him and comforted him. the gursikh had to
leave immediately as his message was of great urgency.
Sukh Nidhaan Singh told him that he was travelling
towards Amritsaar to meet his brothers once again.
they both said there fateh! and departed. and that was
five months ago... and how he longed to be with his
family of Sikhs once again.
he remembered the times when he was together with his
band of fellow Sikh Warriors. they were a band of Sikh
warriors who had been given the duty to uproot certain
mughal bases and strongholds to damage the great
mughal force. they were given the task of also
rescuing any kidnapped women taken as slaves by the
mughals and returning them to their villages. He was
now the last of his Jatha and now, even he had been
caught and was being taken to the nawaab of this
District.
He lay in the small cage barely big enough to sit in
and he was dyeing slowly. the energy had been sucked
from him by the beatings and the immense sun. Suddenly
he was awoken as water splashed onto his face. A
mughal Soldier on horseback trotting alongside the
carriage laughed and drank some water form his pouch
and spat at Sukh Nidhaan Singh once again.
"Not long to go now.... you DOG!" the mughal laughed
again at Sukh Nidhaan Singh.
Another mughal ahead shouted "We're almost there I can
see the tower from here"
two other mughal soldiers pulled up alongside the
moving carriage on horseback from behind and they
mocked Sukh nidhaan Singh;
"HaHa! you'd better be ready, soon, you will have the
honour of becoming one of US! and not a dog like your
kind"
Sukh Nidhaan Singh stared at the soldier fiercely, and
as he struggled "Never...ever.. I will die... first"
the mughals continued to mock him...
"yes we've caught many of your kind, and most of them
chose the wealth and the riches. after a few beatings
they always come round to OUR way of thinking"
"Yes! even last month there was that big one, one of
your Sikhs, he was beaten in public and after he was
begging to be accepted by us."
"Yes countless Sikh have changed, and they now live in
luxury with good homes and women, a big reward awaits
you if you make the right decision.
Sukh Nidhaan Singh was hurt at the thought of his Sikh
brothers giving up and betraying their Guru and the
Khalsa. It seriously damaged his esteem and he started
to wonder.. if he had the strength to keep his love
for Gurujee until death... if so many had given up..
then what would become of him.. Who was he? was he any
different.... He pondered on his situation and the
anxiety he felt deeply as he heard the mughals
laughing and telling stories of how many Sikhs had
been converted and now served the mughal empire.
As he looked into the distance along the long rough
road, he saw fields and field of flowers in the
distance, he wondered what place this was. his eyes
were to weak and damaged to see properly. But he could
make out the many fields stretching into the vast
horizon. he lay back in the cage and wondered about
his Sikh brothers and what would become of him and he
made a plea to Satguru...
"Oh Guru! teacher of truth. great warrior from the
heavens.. I know now that my end is near. Please
Gurujee, PLEASE! bless me with the courage to uphold
justice and dharam to the end. May I Die but never let
go of your hand. You are my mighty guardian and now
Satguru I ask of you, please bless me with the
strength and valour to persevere to the end and die a
noble death but never give up my beloved Sikhi and the
hair on my head. And Satgurujee Dyaal! please bless me
with the darshan of gursikhs once again, my eyes are
thirsting for the vision of my beloved Khalsa
warriors, my family the Khalsa" And at that he lay
back lifeless in his cage. With Gods name on his
Mind... he repeated again and again...
Vaaahegrooohhh.... vaaaahegroohhh... Vaaahegroohh.....
vaaahegroohhh...." ...A few minutes and he lost
himself in meditation.
Suddenly!! the cart jolted and Sukh Nidhaan Singh ji
was awoken from his lazy meditation. He looked out
into the fields and saw the Flowers. He couldn't
believe his eyes... he sat upright and he looked in
amazement! He could not contain the emotion and the
tears started to pour from his eyes.... every single
pore on his body stood to attention... and he felt
them shiver..... through his soul....
THE FLOWERS.. he had seen were not flowers... but they
were fields and fields of Spears stuck into the
ground... ..and on each spear he saw the Head of a
Khalsa Warrior. Some scalped, some beaten, some
without the eyes, some burnt, some boiled.. and some
he recognised.... alas. he had the darshan of the
khalsa once again.. and the sight was too
beautiful.... there ware fields and fields of Gursikhs
heads on Spears as far as he could see into the
distance... the tears he could not contain....
The mughals thought that this site would break Sukh
Nidhaan Singh down... but Sukh Nidhaan Singh Sat
upright in the cage with a firm look of Strength and
nobility on his face... he thought he should show a
brave face to his Sikh brothers.... the Emotion
powerful... he felt his spirits rise to the skies..
his strength came back.
He Was so proud of these great warriors, his brothers
the, KHALSA, They had died but not given up their Love
for Sikhi, Truth and justice. They had not wavered in
the face of torture... and had kept their faith till
the end. this Gave him strength and Courage and he
thought to himself. "I was a fool to even doubt for a
second, that my true khalsa would give up and lose.
they fought till the end and maintained there
principles." he smiled and wiped away the tears and
out of joy he let out the war cry of the Khalsa, to
pay homage to the great martyrs.
"SAT SREEEE AKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLL!!!!!!!"
GUR BAR AKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLL!!!!!!
DEGH TEGH FATEH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sukh Nidhaan Singh over the few coming days was
offered many pleasures and riches and he was also
tortured and beaten terribly. but at every moment he
remembered the flowers in the fields... IT gave him
Strength.
He was tortured severely and on the third day when the
mughals had given up , they left him to die a painful
slow death as they tied him to a tree and left him to
die in the sunlight overlooking the fields. bruised,
battered and barely alive, Sukh Nidhaan Singh lifted
his head and again he saw the fields. He smiled and
welcomed Death. The pain was immense but he knew that
it was worth it, as he had beaten the mughals. they
could kill him but they could not take away his faith.
As hours went by Sukh Nidhaan Singh continued to
meditate on the lords name. He looked out into the
fields to his khalsa one last time... and he saw in
the distance a figure walking through fields. He saw
that it was a Khalsa Warrior in blue dress decked with
weapons. as the figure slowly came closer he saw that
the warrior was approaching each spear and kissing the
forehead of each shaheed. As he came closer Sukh
Nidhaan Singh ji saw from a distance that it was Guru
Gobind Singh ji himself.
He remembered that the Sikhs were like flowers and
when they reached their most beautiful form, Gurujee
would come to pick the flowers as shaheeds - martyrs.
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Vaaheguroo jee kaa Khaalsaa! Vaaheguroo jee kee Fateh!!
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