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i read this on another board. i'm a singh and i would personally go for my kirpan too. if that was me i would have had the kirpan at his throat and warned him to watch himself otherwise i'd find him and cut him in such way that he'd have nothing left ot expose. What would you do in same situation?

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I nearly killed a man yesterday. And the weapon of choice was my kirpan.

I'm a Singhnee with a foot-long Sri Sahib. I was riding my bike home around 8pm last night. It was pretty dark. I stopped at a red light in a dimly-lit intersection. A man, appearing to be homeless, crossed over from the opposite side of the street. He was talking to me it seemed, although I couldn't make out what he was saying. I assumed he was pan-handling. I looked away and waited for the light to turn green.

Before I knew it, the Stranger had come right up to me. I think he touched my arm. I glanced down at his hands which were near his stomach and realized he had exposed himself. I immediately thought, "Oh my God, he's going to rape me!" I pushed him away with all my might. He fell to the ground and since I had only one foot on the ground and the other on my bike pedal, I too fell to the ground. I don't know why or how, but seconds later, I found myself standing over him with my kirpan unsheathed as he fumbled with himself in the middle of the road. If he had stood back up, my kirpan probably would have tasted his blood.

Fortunately,

:lol:

this area is under heavy occupation. The occupiers are better known as the Metropolitan Toronto Police. They circle these streets like vultures, inducing our fear of one another so that when we are approached by Strange Men in the dead of the night, our every impulse tells us to defend ourselves, to aim to kill.

Within seconds, I heard a siren wail behind me. As the police cruiser came towards me from behind, I put my kirpan back into the miaan and covered it with my jacket. As the cruiser pulled up, I hopped back onto my bike, waved politely at the cops, and rode away into the night. The Occupiers are certainly no friends of mine. I left them to deal with the Stranger, exposed and sprawled out in the street.

It's a terrifying thought to know that I pulled out my kirpan on impulse without even thinking. I doubt the man would have hurt me and in retrospect, I don't believe I was in any real danger. Even if he was a rapist, a closer look at me would have left him wondering if I was even a male or a female. And statistically, most homeless people don't even attack "regular civilians". They generally fight amongst themselves, against those they know to be harmless. Furthermore, I don't think he was even in his senses. He must have been drunk or stoned, or both perhaps -- I wouldn't classify myself as particularly strong, yet I had pushed him to the ground and he was still unable to rise back to his feet by the time I left the scene.

A friend of mine was raped two weeks ago in the same neighbourhood. She wasn't raped by a Stranger in the night, but by someone she knew and trusted. Still, it invokes fear. Every week there's a story in the newspaper about a shooting in this area, a rape, a murder, not just on these cold streets filled with Strangers in the night, but in schools now too, in broad daylight. Always the same story though -- Young Black Man Rapes/Shoots/Murders...

Despite it all, I thought I always felt safe, with nothing to fear. But not acknowledging fear is different than simply not being afraid. I've always felt safe knowing that I have a foot-long kirpan at my side, but I no longer find comfort in that. Yesterday I drew the safety of my kirpan when it wasn't even necessary and I drew it as my very first resort. Only God knows what would have happened if the Stranger had gotten back up on his feet or if the sirens of the Occupiers hadn't silenced my racing heart.

It's strange, the extent to which fear-mongering affects us. I hope I can learn to better control my impulses and truly keep my kirpan as a last resort in future.

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ya i would probbly do the same. good on ya penji!

i read this on another board.  i'm a singh and i would personally go for my kirpan too. if that was me i would have had the kirpan at his throat and warned him to watch himself otherwise i'd find him and cut him in such way that he'd have nothing left ot expose.  What would you do in same situation?

http://www.tapoban.org/phorum/read.php?f=1&i=61871&t=61871

I nearly killed a man yesterday. And the weapon of choice was my kirpan.

I'm a Singhnee with a foot-long Sri Sahib. I was riding my bike home around 8pm last night. It was pretty dark. I stopped at a red light in a dimly-lit intersection. A man, appearing to be homeless, crossed over from the opposite side of the street. He was talking to me it seemed, although I couldn't make out what he was saying. I assumed he was pan-handling. I looked away and waited for the light to turn green.

Before I knew it, the Stranger had come right up to me. I think he touched my arm. I glanced down at his hands which were near his stomach and realized he had exposed himself. I immediately thought, "Oh my God, he's going to rape me!" I pushed him away with all my might. He fell to the ground and since I had only one foot on the ground and the other on my bike pedal, I too fell to the ground. I don't know why or how, but seconds later, I found myself standing over him with my kirpan unsheathed as he fumbled with himself in the middle of the road. If he had stood back up, my kirpan probably would have tasted his blood.

Fortunately,

:lol:

this area is under heavy occupation. The occupiers are better known as the Metropolitan Toronto Police. They circle these streets like vultures, inducing our fear of one another so that when we are approached by Strange Men in the dead of the night, our every impulse tells us to defend ourselves, to aim to kill.

Within seconds, I heard a siren wail behind me. As the police cruiser came towards me from behind, I put my kirpan back into the miaan and covered it with my jacket. As the cruiser pulled up, I hopped back onto my bike, waved politely at the cops, and rode away into the night. The Occupiers are certainly no friends of mine. I left them to deal with the Stranger, exposed and sprawled out in the street.

It's a terrifying thought to know that I pulled out my kirpan on impulse without even thinking. I doubt the man would have hurt me and in retrospect, I don't believe I was in any real danger. Even if he was a rapist, a closer look at me would have left him wondering if I was even a male or a female. And statistically, most homeless people don't even attack "regular civilians". They generally fight amongst themselves, against those they know to be harmless. Furthermore, I don't think he was even in his senses. He must have been drunk or stoned, or both perhaps -- I wouldn't classify myself as particularly strong, yet I had pushed him to the ground and he was still unable to rise back to his feet by the time I left the scene.

A friend of mine was raped two weeks ago in the same neighbourhood. She wasn't raped by a Stranger in the night, but by someone she knew and trusted. Still, it invokes fear. Every week there's a story in the newspaper about a shooting in this area, a rape, a murder, not just on these cold streets filled with Strangers in the night, but in schools now too, in broad daylight. Always the same story though -- Young Black Man Rapes/Shoots/Murders...

Despite it all, I thought I always felt safe, with nothing to fear. But not acknowledging fear is different than simply not being afraid. I've always felt safe knowing that I have a foot-long kirpan at my side, but I no longer find comfort in that. Yesterday I drew the safety of my kirpan when it wasn't even necessary and I drew it as my very first resort. Only God knows what would have happened if the Stranger had gotten back up on his feet or if the sirens of the Occupiers hadn't silenced my racing heart.

It's strange, the extent to which fear-mongering affects us. I hope I can learn to better control my impulses and truly keep my kirpan as a last resort in future.

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i think all our bhenji's need to be ready in a situation like that... i think she did good... better safe then sorry.... maddd respect to her!

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everything wot he said!! HUGEEEE RESPECT!

our sisters are put down so bad by ppl! no.gif

im sure there are loads, but we need more singhnia like her!! d_oh.gif

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