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I have added this Sakha in this section fo obvious reasons!

Parcheen Panth Parkash - Bhai Rattan Singh Bhangoo

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Part 1

Translated from the katha of Baba Santa Singhs Panth Parkash Steek

The Story of bravery of Bhai Sukha Singh Shaheed

The beginnings of the story of Bhai Sukha Singh

Oh Gursikhs! Listen to the story of Bhai Sukha Singh of Mari Kamboke, take this story within your heart. Sukha Singh was from the village of Mari Kamboke, and was said to be born of Tharkhan caste. When Sukha Singh reached the age of 12, his mother and father arranged for his wedding to take place. In the mind of Sukha Singh, he had a desire to become a Sikh of the Guru, he wished to partake in the initiation of the double edged sword and become a Singh. He reached Amritsar at the Akaal Takht and was blessed with Amrit from Bhai Mani Singh.

In the ambrosial hours of the morning, Asa Di Vaar would be recited by the Singhs, in close villages up to 5 kos in distance, news would be heard that Asa Di Vaar was being recited at such persons houses, Singhs of those villages would get together and sing praises of the Guru. In the mind of Sukha Singh, he made it his duty to arrive at these homes and sit within the Sangat and hear the Gurus words being recited. Wherever it was, Sukha Singh had to get there and listen to Kirtan in the ambrosial hours of the morning.

If Sukha Singh met another Singh, he would do his seva, he would feed him langar and water. People of the Mari village began talking, that the Tharkhan Son Sukha has become a Singh and he feeds the coming and going Singhs langar and water. These gossipers in order to get Sukha Singh captured called upon the armies of the government [Turks], when the armies arrived Sukha Singh was not at home, he had gone out somewhere. The policing Turks had left Sukhas house empty handed. This news reached the mother and father of Sukha Singh, that their son was being looked for by the police. Even Sukha Singh understood what happened, and for this reason Sukha Singh did not return home for a long time, he joined the battalions of Singhs.

Separated from their Son, Sukha Singhs mother and father wailed in pain, taking deep breaths they lamented “our son has gone! Why has our son fled!” When Sukha Singh returned home, his parents tried to make him understand, “what is our union with the Khalsa? Why do you go with them? Our caste is of Kameeni, meaning manual labour of the hands in order to make ends meet. The Singhs are rulers of lands, what do we want with lands? What will us poor folk do with large lands, what will we do with kingdoms? We are poor folk. Singhs are those who take conquer kingdoms, let them have them, what is our reason for becoming Singhs? We are of Kameeni castes, when have the Singhs ever come to our house, if kingdoms come to our house who will let us rule? Who will let us poor Tharkhans rule over lands? The desire for land is the job of the Jatts.”

The mother and father tell their son, “It is the job of the Jatts to own land, that is their role, we grow small crops and we eat them ourselves, we are of Kameeni castes, what is it that us poor people have, what do we want of Sikhi? As long as we have food for the day, this is big enough for us, let us work hard and earn our food honestly”

The mother and father made an excuse to the Singhs, they told them “our son is due to be married, he is due to bring his wife home, let him bring her home, then after that he will leave his wife at home and join the ranks of the Singhs battalion again.” Saying this, Sukha Singhs mother and father got his leave granted and returned home at night

The mother and father hatched a plan in their mind, that we must break him away from Sikhi, nothing else will work, we must plot against him. They mixed cannabis and alcohol together and made Sukha Singh drink it at night time. Sukha Singh fell into a state of intoxication, when he fell unconscious and lost reasoning for where he was, the mother and father called the village barber to their home. The barber cut the hair of Sukha Singh and made his head bald.

In the morning when Sukha Singh awoke and his intoxication had left him, he ran his hand over his head and felt that his turban is no longer on, and his hair is no longer on his head. He realised that his mother and father tricked him, he realised they have committed a grave sin by cutting his hair. He thought in his mind, the first thing I must do is kill them, that he must take their heads, “they tricked me and lied greatly to me”. Sukha Singh then thought to himself “If I kill them , I will receive more bad karma upon my head”, instead he decided to jump into a well and take his own life.

When the villagers head a loud splash of water in the well, they thought that someone had fell into the well accidently, they threw a rope into the well and shouted down for Sukha Singh to grab it, allot of commotion arose and people began to make noise. Sukha Singh did not grab the rope, for he wished to die in the well by drowning, such was his pain, he would flip himself over in the water to get deeper under the water, he would not grab the rope. The water could not drown Sukha Singh, it never let him go under.

Sukha Singh had a brother, he grabbed the rope with one hand and absailed down the side of the wall, reaching the bottom extended his arm out in order for Sukha Singh to grab it and get him out of the well. By this time, another Singh had arrived at the well and he listened to the story of what happened. That Singh shouted down the well and asked Sukha Singh “what is your problem? You have been separated from your Sikhi and in anger you wish to take your life?” In this way the Singh tried to make Sukha Singh understand. “if you really wish to die, die upon the heads of the Turks, why die in this innocent water? By dying in this way why are you wasting your life, those Turks who brought pain to our Gurus, they are without honour, they wish to turn Hindus into Muslims, Khalsa Ji do not do this, fight against the Turks and die an honourable death, get out of the well and join with the Singhs, fight against the Turks and attain martyrdom, this is my advice to you, my honest advice, honour my advice, go join the Khalsa.

Hearing the words of the Singh, Sukha Singh honoured his advice, he told him that his words are true and climbed out of the well. This Singh gave him true guidance, kill the Turks and die fighting. However in the mind of Sukha Singh, another thought would not leave him, however much he tried to drown himself he was unable to, he realised that until the time comes death will not take you away, let me achieve great feats until my death. He raised a great thought within his mind, “when death comes I will be unfaltered, I will attain martyrdom” He made this thought concrete within his mind. “May I roar against the Turks and fight against them, my life will not be wiped out by them as they will not be able to kill me, even if they do I will take their life with me by cutting them down as they cut me”.

The Sarpanch of the village had a great horse, he made the excuse of taking it for a drink of water. The Sarpanch allowed him “go ahead son, take it for a drink”, in this way Sukha Singh took the horse and joined the ranks of the Khalsa Panth once again. Sukha Singh arrived in the jungles and enrolled in the battalions of Sardar Shaam Singh. Shaam Singh was a Nihang of Budha Dal and commanded a cavalry of 12000 horsemen. Sukha Singh received initiation of the Double Edged sword from the hands of Shaam Singh, and was treated as his own son. In the heart of Sukha Singh the following feelings arose, “I took the horse from the Sarpanch with the excuse of feeding it water, and he allowed me to take it. I gave him no money and ran off with his horse.” Sukha Singh thought that he must vow to send enough money back to the Sarpanch for the worth of the horse. Thinking this, Sukha Singh mounted his horse and made his way to Lahore.

Sukha Singh created a simple appearance for himself in the same manner of Jatt villagers. The hair of his head was still short and in this way he reached the markets of Lahore on his horse. In the Sarafaan Markets, where coins are minted and exchanged and where gold was sold, Sukha Singh made an excuse to get in there. The traders there were filling up sacks and slinging them over their shoulders, some are walking off this way, some are walking off that way and some are exchanging in the market huts. One man was walking away with gold coins, this man came in the vision of Sukha Singh. Sukha Singh walked his horse nearby this man and tied cloth on the sack of coins, in a flash he made hit the horse with his heels and made for the door. He had no fear in his heart, how will the police stop him? For this reason Sukha Singh came to the markets, he thought if someone confronted him he would hit him, in this way Sukha Singh felt no shame or fear of dying.

“Hes gone that way, hes gone that way!” the people were left saying, and Sukha Singh sped off to the jungles were the Khalsa Panth had dismounted. When such commotion was created, people did not know what happened and who did anything, in this way people started causing rukus. They pointed to the jungles and the police began to make their way to find the theif. On attempting to follow the tracks of the horses, the police lost Sukha Singh, they did not know which way he had gone.

Sukha Singh reached the battalion of Singhs and asked for the price of the horse. It was estimated that the horse was worth 300 rupees by the Singhs. Sukha Singh sent 300 gold coins to the Sarpanch in order to pay for his horse, he also sent a letter explaining what happened. “I needed to escape the village quickly, that is why I took your horse, I did not push or trick you” Reading this the Sarpanch was happy. The remaining money from the coins was put towards food and needs of the Singhs. No money was sent to his mother and father, what union was left with them? They had tricked him and cut his hair off, he had lost trust in them.

In this way many Singhs like Sukha Singh did this, those strong Singhs who would singularly pull off such a raid. In all four directions whether villages, towns and bazaars, wherever there was merchandise coming through, the Singhs would do a raid.

Sukha Singh grew older and stronger, and thought in his mind “i can do something, i have lost myself” this great thought arose in his mind, “those warriors who stand infront of me or chase me, in the spot that they stand I stop them, with the strike of my sword I split them into two, of all the weapons, I can weild them all.” In all forms of Shastarvidiya, Sukha Singh was complete in them all.

Whoever laid a hand onto Sukha Singh, he punished them severely, for that person he became a great bearer of pain, he never let his opponent even take another breath until the time of his death came.

Whatever Sukha Singh plundered on his raids with his horse, he would put back into the langar of the Guru Khalsa. Wherever the Turks were battling with the Khalsa, just as the same way a tiger pounces, Sukha Singh pounced in this way. Jhatka’ing [Killing with a single blow] the Turks, Sukha Singh would quickly return back to the Khalsa, going out and killing and coming back in quick succession. With the Raamjunga [Musket], Sukha Singh was a great master, with a bow and arrow he could quickly knock off multiple horsemen from their steeds. The Lance, Spears and Swords, whoever he hit them with would rapidly lose their breaths into the skies along with their lives.

Word of Sukha Singh had quickly spread within the Khalsa and the Turks, within the whole country commotion had arose about him, he became to be known as the Shriomani [highest] warrior. Wherever there was a battle with the Turks, if Sukha Singhs hand was there, he would always bring victory for the Khalsa. He would always return victorious, and undefeated. Wherever there was a congregation, Sukha Singh would be welcomed and greeted, and he would sit alongside the other accomplished warriors. Wherever there was a meeting of the Khalsa, Sukha Singh would make his way there.

Wherever the Singhs would lay their position, in tens, and twenties would they ride together, in the winter months the Singhs would carry logs of wood with them to burn for fires. To quench their thirst they would fill their leather water bags, in their resting positions would they feed everyone water. For days Singhs would go hungry until a raid was carried out to provide enough money for food for the battalions.

If a Singh had come from a far away journey, they would allow him to join them. For washing, Singhs filled drums of water from far distances and brought them back in order for others to bathe in. They would wash the battle clothes of the soldiers, their breeches and, drain them and put them out to dry, and also use the water to wash the lotus feet of the Gurus Singhs. When Singhs would brush their teeth with Daatan, Sukha Singh would pick up their Daatan, and carry a water jug for them for rinsing. Sukha Singh also learnt how to sing Kirtan, in the Gurus congregation he would play the Rabab and sing devotional hymns. His battlefield Kamarkasa [Weapons belt] was tied tightly day and night, Sukha Singh was always ready to battle and wrestle. In many ways he served the Singhs. From fighting and battling he did not keep any fear, he always remained ready.

His mother and father wished that Sukha Singh returned home, and he even began to hear from the Singhs that he should return home and glance his eye over the house. His mother and father came made the Singhs tell him “do not stay at home, that is your choice, but if your wedding has been arranged you must bring your wife home, then you can return back to join us”. In this way, Sukha Singh returned back to his village in order to bring his wife home.

Sukha Singh would return home in the early morning or late at night in order to avoid the Turks, he would then return to join the Singhs. Soon after returning, a daughter was born in the house of Sukha Singh. Daughters would be killed, out of the worry of marriage, that no Turks pick her up and take her, out of fear of Turks, very few daughters were allowed to live. It is not known whether it was Sukha Singh who killed this girl, whether she was born deceased, whether it was his wife who killed her, such things we do not know.

Commotion arose within the Khalsa Panth, that a daughter was born in this house and she was killed. The Singhs enforced their discrimination, “how dare you! Do not even touch our steel bowls” they enforced their rules, they withdrew his companionship. The Khalsa Panth didn’t even turn their face to him, they called him a “daughter killer” and made him sit away in the distance. They never let him sit near their positions, nor near their fires. He pleaded with them, that he is not at fault, “why would i kill my own daughter” but they did not forgive him. They told him to stay far away. These things began to eat away at Sukha Singh, he thought to himself that “I did not do anything, but such a large burden has come upon my head”, this grief came over him.

Look to the extremes of this story, he was known as a great warrior, he commits to so much selfless service, he strikes many swords whilst at the front of a battle, to the lows it has now reached that the Singhs no longer allow him to touch their eating bowls. They do not even speak to him, they do not even let him near him. To the heights which his daughters soul went to the skies, the name of Sukha Singh went down as much.

Sukha Singh brings much sorrow and worry into his heart, he laments greatly, he no longer speaks with anyone, staying silent due to knowing that no Singh one will respond to his words, for the reason that he is labelled as a daughter killer “stay away and sit over there, do not even touch us”.

Here ends the first sakhi of Bhai Sukha Singh Shaheed.

Parcheen Panth Parkash Steek – Singh Sahib Baba Santa Singh Ji Akali, Jathedhar 96 Crori Budha Dal Panjwa Takht.

Bhag Dooja – Page 120 - 129

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Part 2

Translated from Baba Santa Singhs Panth Parkash Steek.

Sukha Singh duels with a Gilja Pathan

Ahmed Shah Abdali conquered Lahore and set his path on route to Delhi, to look after the governing of Lahore he left in place a large army to keep watch. Of all the warriors, only the selected soldiers, who were deemed strong and brave were allowed to leave Lahore and attempt to find the Singhs. The Singhs did not just strike gently; they would rob, kill and plunder in all four directions. To face the Singhs, only the most experienced warriors were set after them.

People were questioned on the whereabouts of the Singhs, “who are the Singhs? We have not seen anybody” were the replies of the villagers. To carry such Turks, strong horses were employed; such were the bodies of these soldiers. Only the largest and strongest soldiers were kept alongside Ahmed Shah Abdali. These warriors were impenetrable, their heads were covered with metal helmets and their bodies were covered completely with chainmail and armour. On their legs and feet they wore plated armour, their forearms were covered with iron gauntlets. Their horses were also covered with armour and chainmail, that type which was worn in the battlefield; from head to toe they were completely covered. In this way, many Giljeh Pathans set off in pursuit of the Singhs, they brought along with them the Pathans of Kasoor who wished to see who the Singhs were.

On the far banks of the River Sutlej, many Singhs had homes in the village of Budheh Ka Kot. A decision was made by the people that the village is locked off to outsiders. In this village resided a battalion of Singhs, who would sometimes occupy the near side of the river, and sometimes the far side. When they saw the approaching Giljeh, they made their distance between them, when the Pathans witnessed this retreat they became full of ego thinking that the Singhs have become scared. The Pathans wrote out a letter and had it sent towards the Singhs by a messenger, the following was sent towards the Singhs: “We are seen as the close brothers of Ahmed Shah Abdali, we all eat together, we are the sons of his father’s four elder brothers, and some are his blood brothers. Oh Singhs! You claim to be accomplished warriors, we have come to see how well you fight, we have heard allot about you, how great you are supposed to be, for this reason we have arrived here”

“The dust that has arisen high into the sky from the stampeding hooves of our horses, seeing which you retreated from your base. You call yourself Singhs [Lions] however you have made yourselves to look like liars by running away, you are fallen, lost and weak, what kind warriors are you? If you are true lions, and warriors, meet us in the battlefield and join hands for war. For one of our soldiers, you Singhs can join in pairs to clash with us” The Singhs held a meeting to discuss the challenge laid by the Pathans, then returned a letter in response to them via the messenger. “If you desire to engage with us, then we will surely honour your request, however we invite ten of your Pathans to engage us at once. Come to us with your guns in your grasped in your hands, from our side five Singhs will meet you, try your luck against us 2 versus 1. We will come out with our shields, swords and muskets.

The Turks returned the messenger by telling him “we will not fight with guns, we will come with the dagger, katar and swords within our hands, we will not use arrows or bullets, take hold of your daggers, katars and swords and meet us in the battle arena, put your guns and arrows away in your homes.

Again the Khalsa wrote a response to the Pathans, “taking the guns in our hands we will fight, our Satguru has given us this teaching that “the enemy is big and strong, those who you cannot defeat in hand to hand, shoot them from afar with your guns” In this way many responses were sent to and from the soldiers. No one conceded the conditions of battle, the Turks knew of the skill that the Khalsa possessed with the muskets, in their hearts they knew that if they engaged with guns the Khalsa would surely defeat them, such was their marksmanship. The guns of the Singhs would be heavily loaded with gunpowder and many bullets, how would the Pathans survive such impact. The Turks fell into a sense of duality and could not come to a decision.

The Pathans relied heavily on their armour, within the shade of their armour they wished to fight. However, the fear still stood inside them, the Singhs are such good marksmen even our armour will not be able to protect us from them. In this way, the night passed them by. When the morning came, one of the Pathans decked himself with armour and weapons and sent the messenger to tell the Khalsa “come meet with me, let us engage each other”. He sent the message that “if there is a great accomplished warrior amongst you, then come engage us one on one. Take your daggers, katars and swords and come and meet with me, if you cannot come then proclaim that you are mere insects! You falsely label yourselves as lions, this is all lies! How can you call yourselves lions if you do not meet us with swords”

In this way, the Pathan challenged the Singhs to a fight. “Else write down that you cannot match us, state you have lost and the Giljeh have won. The Pathan said many bad words against the Satguru. “that Singh who does not fight against us, lies on his oath for the Guru, that Singh who comes to meet us and joins hands in battle, that mother and father who gave birth to that Singh is worthy of praise. That Singh who shy’s away from fighting and hides, may his mother and father feel ashamed, what was the need to give birth to such an insect? For we have heard great things of the Singhs, that these warriors have no fear of fighting, they say that they practise Dharam Yudh and fight equally, those who roar in the face of battle are known as great Dharam Yodhas. Why do you not fight against us? Come and fight!”

In this way the Pathans wrote out their letters, “Useless is your name of Singh, useless is your Panth, what are you trying to imitate by walking around pretending?” Saying such words, the Pathan rejoined the ranks of his soldiers. When none of the Singhs stepped forward to accept the challenge, Charat Singh, a Bhujangi of young age, came forward in great rage and fury. Dropping his musket, he took a Khanda [Double edged sword] in his hands and began marching forwards.

At this point, Sukha Singh contemplated the situation in his mind. “Charat Singh is still of young age, living on the banks of the river, how will he be able to kill these Pathans. Their bodies are covered completely in armour, even if he does hit him with the Khanda, the chainmail will protect him enough, and how will he stand up against such a large soldier who is decked in armour. Each of these Pathans eat a goat by themselves, we survive on leafs of spinach.” Striking his horse, Sukha Singh charged forward in order to retrieve Charat Singh back from his march. “You will not be able to kill him; he is four times larger than you, look at him properly! How will your sword be able to cut through him? Take notice, he is wearing five types of armour and even his horse is completely covered up. This Pathan is so strong, he can lift twenty to thirty times his own weight, and how else do you think they can eat a goat alone? They can gallop 100 Kos without becoming tired, with this strength they battle with swords, why else do you think they have come in front us with so much ego?

“You are still young and you have not contemplated such scenarios as to why he is coming here to challenge us”. Hearing the words of Sukha Singh, Charat Singh accepted his advice as true, “your words are right, that is why he is challenging us, but what can be done? We cannot take this anymore, any Turk who stands in front of us with such ego we cannot let go easily. From his mouth he is saying bad words against the Panth. Whilst we are alive he is saying that our Panth is useless, we cannot take this. The slander of the Guru Khalsa Panth cannot be heard by our ears, how can we allow these Turks to speak like that in front of us? For this reason, I may even lose my breaths by fighting them, but I will not allow slander of the Guru Panth.

Charat Singh, although only a young boy had great faith and conviction in the Satguru. Dying is in the hands of the Satguru, all we must do is make an effort. To fight face to face and to leap at the throats of our enemy, whether we live or die is in the hands of the Satguru, to whoever Kaal approaches must leave.

“With the strength of the Guru, I will quickly kill this Pathan”. Sukha Singh told Charat Singh “you are blessed! In such a young age you have attained such wisdom. You stand here and watch me and how I fight against this Pathan” Sukha Singh ordered for chainmail and armour to be brought for him and his horse.

The Singhs would take the armour from their defeated enemies, Charat Singh took the role of tying the armour on Sukha Singh, tying the tassels and handing weapons, loading the weapons belt and bullets, Charat Singh completed all tasks. Sukha Singh decorated his horse with armour and weapons, together they looked magnificent. Sukha Singh took a Sirohi Sword in his hands and made his salutations to it. He took a shield and tied it to his Kamarkasa, only in times of need would he use it. An Ardas was made by five Singhs, that may this enemy be defeated, may the Satguru bring Victory and may Bhagauti be the protector of the Singhs. Sukha Singh saluted the horse, his weapons and mounted his steed. All the battle rituals were completed, and the minds of the Singhs became strong that the Khalsa will be victorious.

Sukha Singh set off and made his way to the middle of the river, he made Charat Singh understand, and made all the other Singhs stand back. “I take an oath on the Satguru, I will not let these Pathans live, in this place I will make their graves.” Heading forward Sukha Singh roared at the Pathans “how will you return now? You will not be able to return alive now, slandering the Panth what will become of you, I will keep you within this battlefield and you will be straightened on the banks of this river. I will kill you in such a way, just you watch you insect. In the same way that truth cuts through falsehood, false words are cut through by truthful words, in this way I will cut through you with my sword. You can come forwards in ego that you are a great warrior and that the Singhs are nothing, you have thought of us to be your prey, your understanding has turned out to be wrong. You have made a mistake by tangling with us; you have wandered into the mouth of a lion. In this way, Sukha Singh stood ready on the banks of the river ready to begin the battle.

The Pathan also readied himself to clash with Sukha Singh, both of them approached each other on their horses and began taunting each other, riding their horses close, moving in and out and circling each other. Both warriors unsheathed their swords and held them in both hands, “strike at me” says the Pathan, “no you strike first” says Sukha Singh, “you were making so many big claims, now lets see what you have”. Their words became stronger, and Sukha Singh stated “watch your words Pathan! I have come out of the Khalsa Panth as a Lion, if you haven’t got the courage then bring along one another soldier so that you may feel more comfortable”. Hearing this, the Pathan replied “I alone am a brave tiger, I am not anything lesser then you, like a young goat I will throw you aside” Both warriors faced their horses together in order to charge, taking their sword in their hands they made their salutations, Sukha Singh said once again “Pathan make the first move”, in the same way as two brothers exchange words, such was the exchange between Sukha Singh and the Pathan.

Both were experts with the sword, they had great knowledge and understanding of protecting themselves and stopping strikes in battle. Facing one another, they both struck a sword strike on their opponent. Both of them parried the strike with their shield, both of them had great strength and skill, continuing to strike and counter each other’s blows, their shields began to break and were eventually thrown down. They rode their horses away and charged at each other, attempting to strike and damage each other’s armour and also protect their own. With their strikes, both warriors Kamarkasas got cut, and their weapons fell out. They lost their daggers, blades and katars whilst fighting; as their Kamarkasas got cut they lost all their weapons. Their swords were damaged with the impact of the strikes and both began to try to cut into each other’s armour, sparks were shooting out of their Sirohis. Sukha Singh wished to take the Pathans ego away by destroying what he prided himself on, his strength and his armour. Smashing his armour and taking his strength away began to kill the pride of the Pathan.

Whilst fighting, and clashing, their swords got damaged, their shields got broken, their horses became tired and could not carry the weight of their riders any more, the horses were cut and blood was pouring out of their wounds. The horses put their weight on each other and there was no strength left in them to run away, the warriors ontop began striking at each other constantly. Both warriors were now without weapons, putting a hand on each others shoulder, they grappled with each other whilst still on the horses. The horses collapsed and both Sukha Singh and the Pathan dropped to the floor, having so many injuries from fighting, falling from the horses hurt them further. The Pathan was knocked out cold and lost all his senses, and Sukha Singh fainted.

When Sukha Singh regained his consciousness, Sukha Singh grabbed the Pathan from the back of his neck, he lifted the armour plates from the sides of the Pathan, and thrust his Sirohi into his enemy. The sword of Sukha Singh ate away at the kidneys and heart of the Pathan, cutting through his insides. When Sukha Singh pulled the Sirohi out of the Pathan, his organs all came out with it and spread out all across the floor.

The Satguru upheld the honour of the Khalsa, the victory was brought by the True King. Standing up Sukha Singh roared in victory. Sukha Singh had killed the Mughal Pathan with his hands, the one who was filled with great ego. Bhai Rattan Singh tells us, in the same way that he has heard this story from his respected elders, those elders who have witnessed this with their own eyes, I have wrote how they have explained to me. Roaring in victory, Sukha Singh returned back to the Khalsa by running to where they were. From the other side, the Giljeh Pathans started a charge upon the Khalsa. Those Singhs who were standing readier than ready with their muskets, stepped forward to give an answer to the Pathans. Whoever came out forward from the Pathans, were destroyed by the gun shots of the Singhs.

On that day, Charat Singh found an opportunity to approach Sukha Singh, and from that point their brotherly love for each had greatly increased. Their minds became one, even though their bodies seemed to be two.

Those Singhs who were within the armies of the Khalsa, their chiefs and warriors of separate battalions all arrived at the Dera of Sukha Singh where his Jatha had dismounted. All the Jathedhars had brought along a horse each to gift to Sukha Singh. Blessed is Sukha Singh! Blessed is this warrior who has achieved a great feat today, you ripped apart the Giljeh in the battlefield. Sukha Singh requested that the burden upon his head of being called a daughter killer be lifted, “I am not at fault” When the Sarbat Khalsa got together, Sukha Singh stood infront of them with his hands joined together, bringing Sukha Singh to their bosoms the Khalsa accepted Sukha Singh back into the Panth.

Sukha Singh stated “These horses belong to the Singhs, there is no issue of mine or yours, these horses are for the use of all the Khalsa”, saying this, Sukha Singh returned all the horses back to the Jathedhars. Sukha Singh kept the horse gifted to him by Sardar Shaam Singh, for the son is the inheritor of the fathers wealth, how can he be short of horses, the one who is the son of Shaam Singh Budha Daliyah.

Bhai Rattan Singh states, in the same way that I have heard the story of Sukha Singh from our respected elders, I have written it in that way. “I have also heard many other storys of Sukha Singh, now join your attention to the many other stories of this great warrior”.

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