wahegurooo wahegurooo waheguroo waheguroo wahegurooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
>The Flowers of Guru Jee
>
>
>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 Afghan. 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 traveling since Sukh Nidhaan had seen another Sikh.
>The last time was 5 months ago he met a Sikh messenger traveling 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 traveling towards Amritsar 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 ban
d 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
>believ
e 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 recognized.... 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.
>
>As He lost consciousness His head fell As He no longer had The strength to
>hold it up.. And He wondered was it a dream? Was it real?
>
>And then As slowly faded away He felt a hand on His face, And he felt a beard
>on his nose, and then he felt a KISS on his forehead, And he knew Gurujee had
>come. The tears flowed from His eyes As He felt The embrace of The Guru.
>
>He had never thought that He would one day become
>
>....one of Gurujee's beautiful flowers.....
>
>And He would come
to take me HOME!
>
>WaheGuru !
