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  1. waheguru ji ka khalsa waheguru ji ki fateh awwwwwwwww thanks a lot Gurujee bless everyone waheguru ji ka khalsa waheguru ji ki fateh ps : I PMed Neo requesting to change my nick to mehtab ...only mehtab and all letters small case...i wanna re-register as Mehtab Singh. I think he didn't check. Someone please do it, thanks .
  2. mehtab

    Lahore Ahmadi Muslims

    I'll have to agree with Shaka this time. I myself find Sufism very fascinating, and 2 of my Shia friends have been a lot more appreciating of my Sikh beliefs as compared to other Sunni Muslims, Hindus, and even some Punjabis with last name Singh.
  3. mehtab

    Lahore Ahmadi Muslims

    You people are really scholars and very well versed in other religions. I am but a fool before you, as even after being born in a Hindu family, raised in a Muslim country and studying in a Christian atmosphere, I have not absorbed a level of knowledge about the above mentioned religions as much as some people on this forum have. But I do have full faith in what Gurbani says about a true Muslim. Shalok, First Mehl: Let mercy be your mosque, faith your prayer-mat, and honest living your Koran. Make modesty your circumcision, and good conduct your fast. In this way, you shall be a true Muslim. Let good conduct be your Kaabaa, Truth your spiritual guide, and the karma of good deeds your prayer and chant. Let your rosary be that which is pleasing to His Will. O Nanak, God shall preserve your honor. ||1|| First Mehl: There are five prayers and five times of day for prayer; the five have five names. Let the first be truthfulness, the second honest living, and the third charity in the Name of God. Let the fourth be good will to all, and the fifth the praise of the Lord. Repeat the prayer of good deeds, and then, you may call yourself a Muslim. O Nanak, the false obtain falsehood, and only falsehood. ||3|| Shalok, First Mehl: It is difficult to be called a Muslim; if one is truly a Muslim, then he may be called one. First, let him savor the religion of the Prophet as sweet; then, let his pride of his possessions be scraped away. Becoming a true Muslim, a disciple of the faith of Mohammed, let him put aside the delusion of death and life. As he submits to God's Will, and surrenders to the Creator, he is rid of selfishness and conceit. And when, O Nanak, he is merciful to all beings, only then shall he be called a Muslim. ||1|| Anyone who stands upto those standards according to Gurujee is a true Muslim for me. If he/she is a true Muslim for Gurujee, thats a good enough reason for me to look upon him/her as a true Muslim. bhul chuk maaf
  4. http://paktribune.com/news/index.php?id=73893 Hindu doctor converts to Sikhism Friday August 13, 2004 (0320 PST) NANKANASAHIB, August 13 (Online): A Karachi based Hindu medical practitioner Dr Rajkumar Jasrrani has converted himself to Sikhism with the new name of Raj Veer Singh . The doctor, working for of Jinnah Hospital Karachi after conversion said that the teachings of Baba Guru Nanak inspired him to adopt new religion . The Chairman Nankana Foundation in US, Sardar Ganga Singh Dhilloon, Sardar Romal Singh and a minority councilor, Sardar Mastan Singh were also present on the occasion . The doctor has also decided to settle in Nankana Sahib permanently to serve the Guru's land .
  5. Firstly, you are no one to draw the line as to what restrictions lie on love for Guruji. Secondly, your definition of "stupid" is different from everyone else on this forum. Just like I fit your definition, you could very well fit into those of many others. Thirdly, any true loving Sikh of Guruji will not say anything about Guruji being physically defective. But as I mentioned, everyone has their own kind of love for Guruji. If thats the kind of "love" you have for Him, well...no comments. And by the way...I have seen loads of really beautiful pictures of Hindu gods/goddesses as a Hindu. Your question "if you see a painting of Christ, will you become a Christian?" is not pointless but brainless. Guruji has His own unique ways of drawing people to Him. Are you going to ask Him to follow your "standards"? A child who has never seen his father and finds Him finally will never look upon anyone else as his father. Since you don't even know me, I don't think you are anyone to pass any judgement about the way I came into or follow Sikhi. People like you are really good at discouraging others (which is exactly what you are doing here) from following Sikhi. And for your information, I don't worship the pictures of Gurus, hell I don't even have them for like 2 months now. Guess what! I didn't fall in love with any other picture! When I posted that picture, all that was intended was to make a point that 1 : Guruji can draw you to Him in any way, there is no standard way! And 2 : Love at first sight in the case of Guruji occurs, any way/mode of love is possible with Guruji, no restrictions whatsoever. If someone doesn't love Guruji the way you do doesn't mean they don't love Him, or don't love Him enough. But then again, you are gonna judge them as "stupid" according to your "wise" standards! How "Sikh" of you to do that! Bravo! Try to get injected with some love and tolerance/acceptance, something thats always made to be a big deal out here.
  6. hahaha...awww...thand rakh veerey...i lub ju too
  7. That was my 1st guess as well (no matter how funny it seems) .
  8. Sorry but thats a dum question. And I am not in a position to leave now
  9. http://www.panthkhalsa.org/naamnet/naam_m.html Manmukh He woke me up and said, "It is time". Gently, he pulled my spirit out of my body and guided me in a flight across the sky. We flew side by side for a while until we came to a castle. The castle looked formidable. There were three doors each on three sides of the castle. The fourth side had no door. Murky and dark waters surrounded the castle. Even darker were five creatures closely guarding the castle. These creatures looked big and strong. The whole sight was rather gloomy. I felt frightened upon seeing all this and firmly held on to my guide. He reassured me, "Don't worry, they cannot see you." Silently he took me inside the castle. The cobwebs on the walls and the floor indicated that noone had been there for ages. Darkness, dirt and gloom permeated everything. He led me to the north side of the castle. There was a door well hidden behind a curtain of deep darkness. While all the other doors of the castle were open, this one was tightly shut. It was coated with rust and looked unaccessible. But we, being spirits, easily slipped through it. To my utter amazement, I discovered that it was actually a doorway to another wonderful world! This world looked completely different from the one that existed on the other side of the door. Everything shone with inner light and looked as though it had been sprinkled with eternal youth. There were flowers everywhere and their subtlely sweet scents filled the air. There was a path from the hidden door to a big pond of rather inviting clear water. Then, a golden path led from the pond to a city which shone with all the colors of the rainbow. Exquisite music could be heard from the city. He explained, "One has to cleanse oneself in order to get to that city. The city is called the Realm of Truth." I understood little but I was so enchanted with this place that no questions arose in my mind. It looked so peaceful here! I wished I could live here forever. But soon it was time to leave. We slipped out through the door again. Overcoming the spell, I asked, "Who owns this castle?" Without a word, my guide led me outside and away from the castle. Far from the castle, there was a small hut. It's roof and walls were crumbling. Inside sat a man who personified misery. Hunger and thirst dominated his face. He wore dirty rags. He sat at the window looking mournfully toward the castle. "The castle belongs to this man," my guide said. I could not believe what I heard and repeated, "The castle belongs to this man?" He explained, "His is a rather sad story. He lived in the castle a long time ago. He lead a gay and a wasteful life. He would never come home for days and even when he did, he would stay only for a short while before going out again." My guide continued, "The dark creatures you saw were his servants. He trusted them completely and thought they were his friends. In fact, he trusted them so much that he gave them complete power in managing the castle. Slowly, the guards became the masters of the castle and he the servant. Then a day came when they banded together and banished him from the castle." My guide must have know that I was thinking about the city behind the hidden door because he said, "He could escaped to the Realm of Truth, but the poor man was so engrossed with life outside the castle that he never even discovered the hidden door." I felt pity for this man who was a king yet lived like a pauper. "Isn't there some way for him to own his castle again?" I asked. http://www.panthkhalsa.org/naamnet/naam_g.html GurMukh He woke me up and said, "It is time". Without answering, he motioned me to accompany him. We went to another castle. It looked very similar to the first one, yet something was very different here. The five dark creatures were present but they didn't look strong, rather they looked weak and exhausted. Their faces were washed with fear. In fact, three of them were lying on the ground in submission. There was a mighty battle going on! It looked as if an army of thousand had descended upon the creatures. But to my great surprise, there was only one man who was fighting all of these creatures. The man wore a yellow turban and a blue robe. His face was shining with determination. He wore two swords. He had chakkars on his turban. He was a warrior in the true sense of the word - as agile as a deer yet as powerful as a lion. In his hands, he held a rather strange looking sword. This sword was sharp on both sides and it shone with a brightness that I had not witnessed before. He was using the double edged sword to strike the dark creatures. With each strike they fell down but then would stagger up again and again to fight him. But his sword was a magic sword. With each strike, the creature grew weaker while the sword became more powerful and bright. It was as if the sword was seeping the strength of the creatures into itself. With a loud cry of pain, another dark creature fell into submission. The last creature left was the most powerful and the most cunning one. He would hide and come back in many forms - sometimes a hissing snake, sometimes a hellish devil, sometimes an alluring maiden, sometimes a feeble old man and sometimes a wailing old woman. But the warrior was no fool! It looked as though he had been trained by the most adept teacher. He would let the creature get close to him and then would strike him down again and again. It was no secret that before long the last creature would surrender. And the castle would belong to the warrior. I was rather impressed with the warrior and asked, "What gives him so much strength?" My guide laughed as if he had been waiting for this one particular question. He pointed to the double edged magic sword in the warrior's hand and said, "The Khanda of Naam."
  10. Anyone got something worth adding to the article?
  11. I don't know if you checked but that article was pasted from the webpage mentioned right before the title heading.
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