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* WaheGuru WaheGuru WaheGuru WaheGuru WaheGuru WaheGuru WaheGuru *

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Waheguru ji ka Khalsa

Waheguru ji ki Fateh

Kurbani kaur peered into the mirror, a tear slid down her cheek, smudging

the make-up a bit in the corner of her eye. Another threatened to follow,

she blinked it back and swallowed hard. She mixed up a little more of the

bleaching powder into the bleaching creme, X-tra strength for dark or heavy

hair, it read on the package.

It burned as she applied it over her lip and just under her chin.

She fought the urge to pick up the tweezers and shape her brows...

She felt like she was turning into some sort of hideous monster.

Carefully she walked to the edge of her bed, and picked up the translation

of Anand Sahib...

She had a 10-15 minute wait for the bleach to do it's work.

Anand bhaiaa mayree maa-ae satguroo mai paaiaa||

O i am in ecstasy o my mother, for i have found my True Guru.

i have found the True Guru with such natural ease, and my mind resound with

the Music of Divine bliss.

The jeweled melodies and celestial harmonies have come to sing the Shabd,

the Word of God.

The Lord dwells within the minds of those who sing the Shabad.

says Nanaak i am in bliss for i have found my True Guru.

She fell back on the bed, in transports of ecstatic bliss, was there

anything more beautiful.

She lay there for many minutes washed in waves of inner dimension, until she

heard the alarm on her watch sound.

It brought her back to the present.

As she washed the bleach away, a pale, light, burned, stubble remained.. It

felt sharp, and dry and looked unnatural against the dark of her brows and

hair. She sighed deeply.

It had taken so many years for her to be able to find the courage to receive

Amrit.

When ever she would hear that Amrit was to be given, she would head away

from the camp, or Gurudwara.

She didn't want to make a commitment she couldn't keep. Still she tied a

white turban, when ever she went to the Gurudwara dressed in her tight white

knit dresses, and leggings. One day as she told her self how devoted she

was to Guru and how much love she had.. a voice replied, "yes devoted, but

not enough to take Amrit, or learn to read nitnem, or get up early in the

morning for sadhnah. "

Finally, a Singh asked her point blank at camp one night while she was

tucking in her sons.. Have you been baptized? When she said "no", it was

as though no one would believe her. When she returned home, she went to her

Siri Guru Granth Sahib, english, romanization and gurmukhi all in one. She

wept and agonized. Should she Take AMrit. Was she worthy, ? Could she keep

the commitments.? At the next camp, a Singh came to her and asked if her

younger son could take Amrit, the older son asked if he could too. She

asked a lot of questions about the commitments.

She was given a set of kachara and told to take a bath and wash her hair.

She put on the kachara. They felt so strange, she was overwhelmed. She

felt like weeping, she lay down on her bedroll, and closed her eyes and went

to sleep. She wasn't ready, the childrens father came late from work.

During the ceremony, while they were waiting, sitting on the stage with

other campers singhing keertan, the youngest came running out from a trip to

the bathroom, His face was wet and his eyes glowing.. "They put water in my

eyes," he whispered excitedly.., and then ran back to where the others were

taking Amrit.

The next week, they had driven a long ways to reach another camp, on time to

be included among those receiving Amrit. Something profound had happened,

and her life had begun to change.

But she made mistakes... Right away, she couldn't stop removing hair from

her face. Little by little in stages she had first let her eyebrows grow

in, then hairs came in under her chin... Surely there were many more than

had ever been there before. Lastly she got the courage to let the hair

above her lip grow. It wasn't easy... the morning after keertan smagham,

she had pulled out every one with her fingers, while driving home from the

rainsubhai,,, something had happened there, as they sang the last shabad..

something like when she took Amrit, yet still, she pulled out every hair.

She wept into the ramalas, begging Guru ji to forgive her and help her have

courage. She sat with her fists clenched into tight balls, sitting on her

hands, while something like a cactus patch, sprouted on her face. Then she

went before panj pyare once more and confessed her mistakes.

Still she wasn't happy, she looked so disfigured, and the bleach didn't help

any, It just made her appear more bizarre, How could she try to hide

something from the world, and yet show that she was a Sikh at the same time?

She felt so ugly,, how could anyone love her, how could she love herself?

Her best friend told her she "looked good, like a singhni," and that helped

a little. But it wasn't anything she could talk about to any one, only Guru

ji, and to Guru ji she wept copiously, wetting the ramalas with her tears.

She made up her mind to stop with the bleach. The make up too, just made

her feel dirty and ashamed. She went to the store and tried on a bathing

suit. The top looked really attractive, but her kachara come out from

underneath the bottom part, and then she saw her face. It just didn't

match. She never wore that knd of suit for bathing again. Sometimes she

felt proud, when she sikhrehtly noticed other bibi sitting on stage, who

were touching their dhari with bleach.

Then one day she had an attack of nerves and started pulling at her

whiskers. Yes, that's what they were, rough and coarse whiskers. In

better moments, she remembered that kittens have whiskers, and that every

one loves kittens. Even, she saw a lady horse once that had long whiskers,

and every one petted her affectionately. But this day, she couldn't help

herself, and pulled out whisker after whisker. Oh, there were plenty left,

just a few around the edges were missing, no one else would ever know. AND

they would grow back!!! No doubt about that, they had always grown back.

She even went to doctor, and he told her they could only be removed

surgically. They always would grow back otherwise.

Sometimes they got wet when she drank, she shuddered. Just like a mans...

But she couldn't complain because after all men had so many more, and much

much longer. Sometimes, every once in a while, it made her feel like a

smaller version of a Singh, but more often she looked at the smooth,

beautiful, glowing, radiant faces of other women, and wept inside with

shame. When she looked in the mirror, sometimes she felt like she was

looking at Guru Sahibs face. So she could not protest, yet still she wept.

Then one day her beloved brother was in an industrial accident at work. His

beard was caught in machinery, and nearly half was yanked out. He suffered,

pain and shame. He sat behind Baba ji, and read from the new Siri Guru

Granth Sahib, this one had just one line. She wanted to try to read it, but

didn't dare. As she watched her brothers lips moving, while he recited

gurbani, a glow lighted him. Looking at his face with half his beard

missing, suddenly she saw herself, how she looked when she pulled out half

her whiskers.

All this time she had thought she was disfigured, when her hair grew in, yet

it dawned on her consciousness now, that actually all these years she had

been disfiguring herself, by removing her hair, and painting her face.

Even some other ladies in the community had followed her mistakes.

She went to her room and wept some more. She had tried so hard, and it had

all ended in failure. She had taken off her tight white knits, and started

wearing salvaar kameez, over her kachara, wearing black to reserve her

inner strength. Removing the white turban she had grown up in, in favor of

keski, she tied a black one and had worn it day and night, despite many

protest from the childrens father. She slept in her kirpan, and kachara,

and kept all 5 of her kakar ,even in her isnaan, and had never, ever removed

her kara since the first day she put it on, 20 years ago. And still she

failed. She had struggled to learn her nitnem, gotten up at 3:30am every

morning for AMritvela, and done naamsimran for at least an hour, for the

past year or two, carefully she never ate outside and did all her cooking in

a karahee, and still she failed miserably.

She failed because she hadn't understood, but now, she did understand, and

she firmed her resolve never to make foolish mistakes again.

Bhaisakhi day came, and she went alone to panj pyare, weeping. They would

not allow her with out the children's father. She wept harder, "He is fed

up with me," She wept so piteously that they accepted her, but with

restrictions, until the children's father came also before panj pyare, She

was so grateful. They gave her some instructions, and bani to recite. And

told her "do not touch your face, it is poison."

She wore the kesri keski that she received in the AMrit sanchar for nearly a

year after, day and night as her chunni, and touched her face only with the

kesri kupra covering her hands between it and face, until her hands could be

trusted to touch with love, rather than remorse.

The children's father had been completely fed up with her, and had

threatened her security, but she knew, just as she had struggled with

change, he also was going through incredible adjustments. Of course that

didn't really make it any easier to deal with the flares of anger,, but it

drove her closer to Guru Sahib, her shelter, her honour, as she frequently

wet the ramalas flooding them with her tears.

Something had happened, she changed. Everybody said so. It was true. She

had changed. Now she was a Singhni for real. Maybe she wasn't beautiful, or

perhaps she didn't even know what beauty was, her daughter always told her

she was beautiful, but that was just love wasn't it. She knew now though,

that she was loved. Loved by Guru Sahib, and loved by sadhsangat. She knew

Wahe too... because inside she had Guru... waheguru waheguru waheguru

waheguru waheguru waheguru waheguru... Because, rather then being apart

from, she now was a part of~ONE body of Khalsa~ONE Waheguru~

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Men go through more struggles, cos we have to hear the women complain

See, us women like 2 let u think that u go thru more struggles...!!! All part of the control...! As 4 the complaining - u know we r training u ...!

Muwhahahahhaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...

Lolzzzz :LOL:

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  • 2 weeks later...

darsh jee i'm sure it wasn't intented as such

guru sahib is the supreme bakshanhaar and loves his all of his cheley/disciples with unconditional pyaar, and saadh sangat is the same...but that love probably gets elevated and even more deep and beautiful once guru sahib's chela actually follows guru sahib's hukam and rehat, showing guru sahib that s/he is willing to return such unconditional love..

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