Left me speechless. A must read!
The Power of Naam Simran Inspiring True Story of a Singhni as narrated by Nirvair Khalsa Jatha December 2012 There’s a sister that lives in Birmingham, I won’t tell you her name as she wants to keep it gupt (she is still alive but doesn’t people constantly calling her). However, I will tell her story as it might adjoin someone to Sikhi. Shaheed Singhs and Singhnia are always with us- don’t ever forget that. This sister went to college and got her GCSE results back, she did really well. To celebrate, the sister and her friends went to Pizza Hut and the cinema to watch a movie. It was then past midnight (12.30am). As it was so late they were scared to go back home, their parents would shout at them- 4/5 girls out alone! They were afraid that they were going to be shouted at by their parents and through fear the sister switched her phone off. The sister said to her friends it’s really late so I’ll go home my way to get home quickly and you go your way. The sister decided to take a short cut through the park- her friends said, no you cannot go alone through a park at 12.30am, anything could happen. However, she refused and proceeded to walk through the park alone.
She walked into the park and there was an African-Caribbean man in the park and when she saw him, she got scared. All she saw was his face. Her mother always told that if you come across a difficult time make sure you do Mool Mantar Abiyhaas (reflection, remembrance & recitation) or Jap Vaheguru Simran. The sister felt she wasn’t too religious but knew she had to do Mool Mantar or Simran just like her mum had told her; whenever you have something difficult or painful in life always Jap Vaheguru- always. So the sister starting Japping as she was about to start walking through the park to reach her house. Once she started walking, the man came towards her and then went back, he came towards her again and went back, and this walking to and fro occurred a total of 5 times. The fifth time, he ran away and she didn’t see him again. Even though he ran away, the sister was still terrified. When she subsequently reached her house, through sheer fear of the man she locked the door. She was also afraid of her parents shouting at her alongside her anxiety and fear of the man. In such deep apprehension and worry, sitting on the sofa she fell asleep.
Next morning when she woke up, she saw the same man on the news (she saw his face the night before), he had been arrested. That same man had taken the honour of a white female. She was so shocked and hurt to learn that a few moments prior to the rape of this innocent white female she was the target! At that exact moment she phoned Crime stoppers who proceeded to ask her how she knew the man (is he a friend or relative?) to which she responded no this is a personal question. She visited the man in prison and sat with in front of him, viewing him through a glass pane. The man could not speak a word of English so had a translator. She had and asked one simple question, you came towards me five times, what stopped you? He responded by saying; When I came the first time I couldn’t see anything. I was looking at you but it was all a blur. So I went back to clear my eyesight.
The second time I came towards you, you were saying words in your mouth which I didn’t understand. She responded by saying I wasn’t saying anything to anyone, I was just doing my prayers (as per my mum’s instructions). He went onto say, when I came the second time; the wind was so strong I had to go back.
The third time I came, there were 5 people around you. (This was narrated by the sister herself). He confirmed again, there were 5 people with you, surrounding you. The puzzled sister asked if he was on drugs. She informed him that she was on her own after leaving her friends. She quizzed him on drug taking again and his vision but he was adamant there were 5 people and he was not on drugs; he was scared so stepped away.
The fourth time (remember he has no idea what a Sikh/Singh is or looks like) he described the 5 people. They were wearing long blue robes and big blue cloths on their heads. When I saw that I got scared and ran back.
The fifth time I came towards you, they drew their swords (Kirpans) from the sheaths. They shouted at me in my own language! They said- “leave my sister alone!” When I heard that I ran back and never came back.
The sister thought to herself who could these five be? She went home and narrated the story to her mother and subsequently to a Mahapursh (wise Gursikh). The Mahapursh turned around and said these aren’t ordinary men; these are Shaheed Singhs (martyred Singhs) who are the guardians of our sisters and protectors of the panth! Vaheguru. The sister’s life has been turned around by this event; you can still meet her today. Her life has changed so much that she wakes up at 12.30am for Ishnaan (bathe) then at 2-4am sits crossed legged and does Simran Abiyhaas. From 4am onwards from Darbar Sahib (on PTC Channel- live Kirtan from Darbar Sahib is streamed) she listens to full Asa Di Vaar Kirtan. She is currently working as a dentist. She is an educated female. Previously, her mother used to complain saying she never recites God’s name but the mother now calls Nirvair Khalsa Jatha to say Beloved sons, now my daughter doesn’t stop reciting Vaheguru’s name. This is the shakti (power) of Shaheed Singhs…these Singhs are still our protectors and guardians! We all go to sleep at night (there are a few amazing Gursikhs who Jap all night), before we sleep let us remember our Shaheed Singhs and Singhnia.
If we remember our Shaheed Singhs- they will remember us!
“Parnaam Shaheedan Nu Jina Neh Jindri Dharam Lai Vaaree”
“I salute those great martyrs who sacrificed their lives for their faith.”