Last night before going to bed, I read some news accounts of Hola Maholla, which gave me some hope that perhaps we will someday realise our dream of Khalistan. I pray that this young generation really will have the strength and fervour to carry on as our ancestors did. I read so much about how wussy this generation is; I refuse to believe it.
One particular thought came to me about 1984. It could, in fact, be about many occasions of our history, but I happened to be there in 1984. Our enemies broke our hearts and broke our bodies, but they could not break our spirit or our will. They wounded our spirit. They wounded our will. But they couldn't break us. We are still here, and by the grace of Guru, we will remain here.
They broke my heart.
They broke my body.
They did not break my spirit.
They did not break my will.
From a different context:
I'll come back evenFrom I Am Woman
stronger,
Not a novice any longer
'Cause you've strengthened
The
conviction in my soul
Mai
"Lehna Khalistan hon soorbero,
ReplyDeleteayve gallon gullami nahee ja Sakdi.
KAREY MEHAR GURDEV TE BAL BAKSHAY
SANGAT SACHI AWAAZ UTHA SAKDI!"
BOLE SO NIHAL SATSRI AKAAL!!!