While the dawn was yet young a Sikh mother emerged out of space, and was seen running towards the Golden Temple at Amritsar.
“Whither are you going, Mother?” said Dewan Kaura Mall a minister of the Mughal ruler of Lahore. “To the Temple,” said she, “today assembles there’s the Guru’s Khalsa, the holy ones, and I have come to bathe myself and my child in the current of Nam.” “But the opening of the temple to the Khalsa today is treachery,” said Dewan, “The imperial forces are here to kill every one that enters the temple. Today there will be a general massacre of the Khalsa.”
‘What matters it, O good man,” said the Sikh mother, “if my blood be mingled with the waters of immortality, it is no death?” “Have pity on your innocent child,” said the Dewan. “I love him so I bring him with me; this death is life for us. You do not know,” said she, and passed on.
Hari Mandar by : Puran Singh
“When the souls are healed, the bodies follow”.
Dear Bhai Sandhu, and Bhai Gill,
May the love of the Guru, keep your souls safe.
Gursharan Singh Nat 18422 Saudringham Ct.
North Ridge, Ca. 91326
Article extracted from this publication >> May 14, 1993
