Does she still one of 2%?

 

The woman read about the attacks on Islamic people in the Capital. She looked at the suffering of innocent people while the law enforcers had not done anything to protect them. The govt had become blind again. Her memories went into her childhood. In 1984, there was also an attack on Sikhs. She recalled certain statements, “Ballu Naach Reha Ha”. Some idiots were shouting at the man after they spilled some petrol on and ignited the fire. She was a child, but she still remembers a burning tire with fire around the necks of Sikhs. The history has repeated, but this time was not Sikhs. Her memories always start from there, but those memories always end at looking at Abu’s dead body.

However, Sikhs were involved in this riot but some another way. They reached to help the victims with food and medical services while govt was looking at innocent people to die.

The tears welled into her eyes, but those were the tears of happiness and proudness. The blood started to rush into her veins. First, she thoughts about the mystery.  Why the blood starts rushing into my veins when she hears people suffering. She smiled proudly and looked at Babaji’s picture, “I am so proud to see how my brothers are helping innocent people.”

She could not see what was happening again. Her hand reached many times toward the phone, but she did not dare to ask for help because “I have left my people to be with him, and he left me. What is a sense of sadness? What type of sin is this?”. However, her real blood had spoken once again. Suddenly come into her brain, “No, what Babaji will think that you are a selfish kuri, why you don’t help people?” She grabbed the phone and started to write, “People need help. My people need help if please could you guys help in this certain area”.  The response came, “Don’t worry, we are already at the ground zero.” The person had not asked who called for help and what her religion was.

She stood close to her Babaji pic, “I know that proud is not good because it could make our soul a blind. Can I become a little bit proudly on my roots today? I promise that I won’t do proud of it again. Please, Babaji, please”.

Yes, she had felt some proud of her roots that day. She had become a little emotional that day. In her mind, she spoke to her bubby and so-called sis,” I am not greedy for anybody’s money. I am not selfish. I have just love and passion for my loving man. I belong to the warriors. Could you believe now what Munna can do anything to save her love?  No, I don’t have to give anybody proof. Can you see it that we are taught to save others? We are not prepared to snatch or steal or play games. We don’t shun people out of the community if they are not part of us”.

Everybody was looking at the sad and funniest video clips of the Indian forces on how they were controlling the quarantine issue.  Here we go again. Suddenly, she clapped loudly, and her face gets flushed when she saw the video clips and the pictures, “yes, we are the 2% in the world”. She called Todarmal, who always called her, “terrorist.” He is crazy and idiot, so nobody takes seriously whatever comes out of his mouth. She also called him with funny names, “Hey Nazi, come over here. Do you want to see where I come from?”

She has proudly shown ‘Khalsa Aid’ pictures to her co-workers, “They are my roots.” Everybody looked at her and said, “Now, we know where your courage and power came from.”

Who are the Khalsa aid workers? I want to share with my bloggers today. It is okay to share the valuable knowledge of your culture with others. Never forget to share with your new generation. I do share with my children but I have never forced them. I will allow them to make their own options and decision.

According to Khalsa aid.org, “Khalsa aid international is a UK-based humanitarian relief charity (Registered Charity Number: 1163294) providing support around the world to victims of natural and human-made disasters such as floods, earthquakes, famine, and war.

The Khalsa aid was founded by Sardar Ravinder Singh (Ravi Singh) in 1999. This year was also specially marked in a Sikh history because 300 years ago, the development of Khalsa by 10th Babaji (Guru Gobind Singh) had come to existence. The Khalsa is pure from the sins, and they fight like a warrior. This organization has created on the base of principles of Sikh religion, but they are not limited to the Sikh community. They go to serve the people where nobody else goes. They are fearless people.  They serve everybody. Their doors are open at any time to anybody. They are the most respectful people. They are the real warrior. Neither a deadly virus nor the bullets could stop those warriors from helping the innocent and hungry people. They are reaching door to door, and they are reaching hospital to hospital at the international level.

 

They are only 0.39% of the world population and 2% of the Indian people. However, their humanitarian works crossed the path of any percentage.

The woman had gone away from her roots a long time ago. Fate has changed her life.

She looked at Todarmal and told him sadly, “See how they are helping everybody. I only watch them and not doing anything”.

Can anybody shut up Todarmal? He always finds his way to win, “Hey, 2%, do not worry. You are also serving at a different war zone with your different services. By the way, why you always cry like a little kid. Grow up. You don’t need anybody’s protection. Damn, you belong to the warriors. I will not call you a terrorist anymore. Tiger won’t become a goat after wearing her clothes”.

One of the nurses has slapped on the back of his head and told him, “can you learn first how to say it properly? It goes another way”.  He is like, “save me, save me, 2%”.

 

So, she has gotten her new name today, “2%”. However, the woman feels so proud of it. Her eyes fill with tears again, “Continue with your best work. You are lucky to be attached to your roots. I am gone too far from my root, but my principles of humanity and bravery are still alive deep inside of me”.

Does she has gone away from her roots? Or does she has taken everything to her cave? Why Babaji’s picture is still on the wall next to her bed? Why does she talk to Allah and Babaji both? Why she brings the holy book of Sikh for prayer every year at her home, and she calls everybody at her home, which includes people of all religion? She looks at Babaji’s picture and talks to him while squeezing her eyes and nose, “you know well, Babaji answer to all those questions, so I don’t have to tell anybody. My bubby knows well too. He never told me to covert because he is also a kind heart person, just like your Munna. He is my bubby, Babaji”.

She looks around,” I am safe here. I don’t need anybody to love me or protect me. I don’t care who is strong or not. I do have my Babaji and Allah both with me. I do have my own prayer. I don’t need to learn anything more. Do I?  I am not alone because I have all almighty live with me. Do I ever feel alone? Yes, I do feel alone only when I miss my hubby bubby.

 

Who gets more time to spend talking to almighty? I do talk with almighty all the time. I can also fight with almighty anytime”.

She goes to sleep smiling. Sometimes, she does not know herself if she cries or laughs, or she is happy or sad. However, she knows only one thing, “I am nothing. I don’t come neither in 2% or 14.2% of the Indian population. She is not part of 0.39% or 24.1% of the world population.

 

 

 

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