The Fire

[Akaal Purakh Di Fauj]

WAHEGURU JI KA KHALSA WAHEGURU JI KI FATEH

After a forest fire in Yellowstone National Park, forest rangers began their trek up a mountain to assess the inferno's damage. One ranger found a bird literally petrified in ashes, perched statuesquely on the ground at the base of a tree. Somewhat sickened by the eerie sight, he knocked over the bird with a stick. When he struck it, three tiny chicks scurried from under their dead mother's wings.

The loving mother, keenly aware of impending disaster, had carried her offspring to the base of the tree and had gathered them under her wings, instinctively knowing that the toxic smoke would rise.

She could have flown to safety but had refused to abandon her babies. When the blaze had arrived and the heat had singed her small body, the mother remained steadfast. She had been willing to die so those under the cover of her wings would live.

In the same way, our Guru Ji, Satguru Sri Guru Granth Sahib Ji has taken the toxic smoke of the world on himself just to save us. The most depressing thing about this is like the little baby birds, most of us will never know what Guru Ji has done and still does for us.

WAHEGURU JI KA KHALSA WAHEGURU JI KI FATEH

[Guest Faujan]

Ohh mere Ppaare Veerji, we will now . . . . . . . . we will now.