Dr. Gurbaksh Singh Bhandal
The mention of the bitter nights of Poh-Magh is very important in Sikh history. In these nights Sikh history was painted in the color of martyrdom. It was from these nights that it became clear that nations with a living heart write history with their blood. These hot nights had melted into the fiery flame in the breasts. Sikhs’ enthusiasm and emotions bowed to the breath, the paths in these nights were illuminated by learned thinking and the unique and transcendental journey of martyrdom began. In this journey, it was also proved that in order to become Sarbansdani, the whole family should come to thank God.
The first of the bitter nights was the night when Guru Gobind Singh Ji decided to leave the fort of Anandpur Sahib at night after a long siege by forty Sikhs. Stepping out of the fort, the night showed its fury when the Mughal forces broke their vows and attacked the well of the Sikhs. That night, he must have seen the scene in the eyes of the Sikhs including the Guruji, how unbearable and painful it is to be homeless after leaving your home.
The Sikh warriors bravely defeated the Mughal forces even at night and showed what clay the Sikhs are made of that they can continue their journey even if they are hungry. That night may still be remembered by Guru Gobind Singh ji’s family and Sikhs that lion nations are never afraid of jackals. The journey in their footsteps determines their destination.
It was that night of Sial when the fury of the rain and the surging waters of the Sarsa river were quick to test the fortitude of the Sikhs. When the gentle and strong currents of the river collided with the stubbornness of the Sikhs, they staggered and gave way to the Sikhs. Although many manuscripts and precious relics of the Sikhs were washed away in the Sarsa river that night, the river could not stop the spirit of the Sikhs.
The biggest tragedy of this night was the splitting of Guru’s family into three parts and going in different directions. Actually, the separation of the family was to become the title page of the pages of Sikh history, after reading which, every Sikh was to get angry in his mind and devotion to the martyrs was born in his mind. In fact, the separation in this night was the testing hour for Guru Gobind Singh Ji, his family and the Sikhs who had to write the stories of Sikhs’ loyalty and bravery towards Sikh principles. After this night, while penning down the painful events that happened in Sirhind and Chamkaur Sahib, the tears that flowed in the eyes of Yar Allah Khan Jogi were to become ink and spread on the works.
It was from this night that night came when Guru Gobind Singh ji along with some Sikhs including his elder Sahibzades Ajit Singh and Jujhar Singh had to take shelter in the rough fort of Chamkaur and face the pursuing Mughal army. From this very night, a few Sikhs who were living in the area around the Kachi Garhi had to show how ‘Kalla’ Kalla Sikh can compete with half a million? How can a father prepare his young sons like Sikhs to the battlefield, witnessing their bravery and bravery in front of them, witnessing martyrdom? This night would also have seen the scene when Guruji would have thanked God after seeing the bravery shown by the dear Sikhs and Sahibzades in the battle and the arrows pierced by arrows. Bekafne would have prayed to nature to shroud the dead bodies of the Singhs and absorb them.
Raat must also have seen with his own eyes that the Guru Patshah, bowing his head to the orders of the Sikhs and coming out of the fort to continue the war against oppression, would have defiantly said that the Guru of the Sikhs is going because brave men never leave the field in hiding. In the music of the feathers of the birds that flew from the trees hearing the challenge, nature would have multiplied in praise of the bravery and courage of the Guru;
What will happen on that bitter night
When Guru Gobind Singh Ji
Started walking to the fish farm
The raw fortress must have been admired
Who, despite being raw, played a firm side.
With their challenge
The air must have cleared
The trees must have stolen
The birds must have sung beautifully
The light will be spread on the feet
And with the touch of bare feet
The battlefield will have been created.
Walking Gur-Baba
Sahibzades and Singhs
Looking at unshrouded corpses
He counted the blows on the hook and the arrows in the chest
From the faces of the brides
He must have read the thanksgiving for martyrdom
And then looked at the sky
Only in those fish farms
Parvardigar having a family
Dear friend, I wish you well
Saying’ was pronounced.
Seeing Guru Ji walking away
The stars must be making love
that
How wonderful!
Son and Singh War K also
Jalal on the face
In the ragani of their steps
The silence of the night praises the Guru
The song will be sung
And that bitter night for centuries
She will continue to praise herself
History on the edge of that night
It was also written like this.
Out of the dark nights arose the fierce battle in the Dhab of Khidrana, in which the Singhs who had come with a bedawa, to forgive the Guru, showed the Mughal forces under the command of Mai Bhago that the brave nation of the Singhs is a nation of lions. They do not hesitate to sacrifice their lives for the cause of their Guru. That will be the scene when Bhai Maha Singh, who was breathing his last breath in the blood-stained field of war, will be taken on his lap by Guru Ji, caressing him and tearing the belt from his belt to fulfill his last wish. The boon of Tuti Gunti will have spread to Sabo ki Talwandi by the name of his forty martyrs.
It is very comfortable on someone
Don’t believe it
But the Quran was very uncomfortable
Because of the false oath
Saying goodbye to your home.
It was very easy to see the Bifrae waters
Seeing and agreeing
But the flowing death was very uncomfortable
To hug
Floating on the waves.
It was very comfortable from the raw walls of the fort
Draw your Mercy map
But the raw fortress was very uncomfortable
By making armored
To become a challenge to the enemy.
She used to be very comfortable
Fear of death
But it was very uncomfortable, more than life
The eyes of the loved ones breathe
and to be speared.
He was very comfortable on his dead bodies
Fire rays
But they were very uncomfortable
Among the unshrouded corpses
to pass away
It is very easy to put on the chest
Wounds wheezing
But it was very comfortable to take the tind pillow
Chanting ‘Mitra Pyare to…’ at night.
He was very comfortable in the circle of the ruler
Getting scared when going out
But it was very uncomfortable to be a high priest
To reduce the eyes of enemies
It was very comfortable
On the departure of the bowels
Drenched in tears
But it was very comfortable, when the flowers died
Vow to eradicate tyranny from the earth.
It is very easy to be carried away by the blood of the innocent
To bury the hands in hell forever
But my mind was very uncomfortable
Hand over the letters
Composition of ‘Zafranama’.
It is very easy to be unfaithful when there is a crowd
To put the negative out of thought forever
But it was very uncomfortable with hiccups
Donation of titles by manual tear off.
It was very easy to get rid of the pain
Cultivating guns and revenge
But it was very uncomfortable with the full crop of pens
Making the oppressor realize what he has done.
We are all laboratories of spontaneous phenomena
But Saint Sepoys were the bedrock of the discomfort.
The most terrible and painful of the bitter nights was Mata Gujri’s separation from her family on the bank of the Sarsa river with her younger sons Zorawar Singh and Fateh Singh and her move to Morinde with Gangu Brahmin, the cook of Guru Ghar. The cold winds showed no mercy that night. It was a time of hard test for the younger Sahibzades and Grandmother. Walking away in the fury of the night is such a page of Sikh history that every eye becomes moist after reading it, the mind becomes numb, the mind is filled with apathy and the mind becomes despondent.
It was a black and furious night when greedy Gangu’s treachery and greed in the dark of the night led him to become a salt bastard. That night too would have tried to stop the Gangu Brahmin, but the blind man’s dead body in greed curses his many clans. Handing over the greedy mother and children to the Mughals and the night spent in Morinda’s jail must have taken its toll on Gangu, ashamed of himself. Along with this, the jail cell sanctified by the touch of Mataji and Sahibzades will remain a place of worship for centuries.
The pain of cold nights sends shivers through the soul when one remembers the night when Mother Gujri was warming her grandchildren by hiccuping in the cold tower. While narrating the story of the martyrdom of her husband and father-in-law Guru Arjan Dev ji, she would fill the breasts of the ladies with anger, urge them to guard the Sikh principles, and awaken in their minds the readiness to become a martyr. In the night, the light of the mother and the head of the Sahibzades shining under the stars in the womb of the night, must give the message that the existence of small lamps will end, but no one can kill the light. This light has to keep the learned traditions and principles alive. Even under the tyranny of the Subedar of Sirhind, they did not bow down because those with an awake conscience keep their heads high, only those with dead consciences bow their heads. Moti Ram Mehra must have been looked down upon at night, who risked his life to give warm milk to the Sahibzades in the cold nights.
In the bitter nights, that fierce day would have dawned when innocent, but brave and mature children in their religion and beliefs were martyred. Todar Mall, a true Sikh Diwan, purchased the land by placing seals standing on the ground and cremated him with reverence. These bitter nights create a stir in the mind of every Sikh. The emotional narrative used in those nights unfolds in a blink of an eye and tears begin to flow from the eyes. There are only pages of Sikh history that emerged from these nights in which Sikhs were awakened under the sun of martyrdom, became guardians of Sikh principles. They are ready at every moment to expose everything in its custody. Salute to those martyred heroes shining like the moon and stars in these bitter nights, thanks to whom every Sikh will continue to cherish his heritage. This is the proud treasure of Sikh heritage.
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