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			Bibi Deep Kaur
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    translated from "Adarshak Singhania" by Karam Singh

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A contingent of Turkish soldiers is on active patrol. The
area rulers have specifically assigned this contingent to
keep a watch over the Sikh jatha that had gathered in
Majha and would surely proceed to Anandpur Sahib for
participating Dashmesh father's (Guru Gobind Singh)
Dharam Yudh. Additional responsibilities assigned to this
contingent included, instilling fear among people who
either express sympathy with the Sikh jatha or welcome it
or serve it any way. For this reason, the Turkish
contingent always moved ahead of the Sikh Jatha.

Three miles from the road leading to Anandpur Sahib in
Hoshiarpur District, is a village, named Talban. Bibi Deep
Kaur, the subject of our story, was resident of this village.
There was only one Sikh house in this village -- Bibi Deep
Kaur's residence. Today her husband wasn't home. He
had already left for participating in Dashmesh father's
Dharam Yudh.

When Bibi heard of Jatha's arrival. She was filled with
emotions of self-service. She explained her emotions and
desire to other women in her neighborhood. But the
Turkish soldiers had successfully frightened the residence
of this village. Thus no one was willing to accompany her.

"Let them not proceed, if someone doesn't want to" Deep
Kaur told herself. For how could one stay behind if they
have even the slightest love for the Guru in their heart.
Holding onto the quest of love and a glimpse of the Sikh
Jatha, Deep Kaur proceeded alone and awaited the arrival
of Sant-Sipahis.

Suddenly dust arose from afar. Her face brightened with
joy. Her quest for Jatha's sight grew stronger. Now she
started walking on the road toward the rising dust storm.
Soon she realized that this was not the Jatha of Sant-
Sipahis. Rather it was the contingent of evil Turkish
soldiers. Surprised, she quickly moved off the road and
tried to hide herself by sitting next to a tree.

As the Turkish contingent got closer, it's commander
caught sight of Deep Kaur. Seeing the youthful beauty, he
lost all self-control. He commandingly asked.

"Who are you?"

"Whoever I am. How does it matter to you?" She
answered fearlessly.

Commander's attraction grew stronger with her
challenge. He remarked softly, "By Shehansha's (ruler's)
orders, I have been deputed to keep a watch on Sikhs in
this area. Since the Sikh Jatha is heading this way, I need
to ascertain whether you are a Sikh."

"If I were to be a Sikh, then?"

"Then we will have to arrest and sent you to Lahore."

Deep Kaur heard his response. But, being a Sikh how
could she lie. Fearlessly, she announced, "I am Sikh."

The Turk Commander was astonished by her
fearlessness. But as captive of her beauty, by now, he was
aroused beyond any self-control. He spoke softly and
said, "Beautiful, I am responsible for capturing Sikhs. You
are a Sikh. I should arrest you, but I cannot do that. I
cannot fulfil my responsibilities. For I have a heart that
worships beauty and it is your's now. I am your captive."
Deep Kaur's face reddened with anger. She lashed out
saying, "You should be ashamed of yourself talking to me
like this."

"What is there to be ashamed of where hearts have met? I
am your. Accept me and I shall keep you as my Begum
(wife)." He said.

"I am a Sikh and married. If you ever uttered anything
like this again I will snatch your tongue." Deep Kaur
responded. By now she was shaking with anger.

"What kind of a beauty it would be that doesn't exhibit
enticing or alluring behavior. I am impressed by your
behavior. Now don't delay anymore and let's go. What
are you going to get from these wild Sikhs." Saying this
the commander dismounted from his horse and moved
towards Deep Kaur while his contingent waited on the
opposite side of the road. As he dismounted, Deep Kaur
stood up. Seeing him approach her, she challengingly
said "Beware, if you touch my body I will not spare you."

Insane under arousal, the commander ignored her
warning and instead proceeded to hug her. Deep Kaur
pulled back with lightening speed. By now she had the
small kirpan in her hand. As the commander approached,
struck him in his stomach with the kirpan. A blood spring
burst opened. With painful cries, he simply  dropped to
the ground.

By now Deshmesh's daughter had jumped into the war.
As the wounded Commander sat on the ground, she
viciously attacked him once again, sending his evil soul to
burn in hell. Before, the Turkish soldiers could advance,
she moved swiftly to take control of the commander's
sword and was well-prepared for self-defense.

Seeing their dying commander, the soldiers advanced
shaking in anger and simultaneously attacked her.
However, the Deshmesh's daughter wasn't scared being
out-numbered. Like a lioness, she stood fast for the
challenge. She used the sword like a man and soon two
soldiers fell to the ground while several others were
severely wounded. Deep Kaur too sustained deep
wounds on her face and neck. Although her wounds were
profusely bleeding, she kept her courage and continued
fighting like a man. Today, Turkish soldiers were
challenged by a woman.

Far on the road, the sound of horses could be heard once
again. This time the Sant-Sipahi's Jatha was approaching.
As the Turkish soldiers saw the Sikh Jatha, they got
scared, immediately mounted their horses and ran for
their lives. The bodies of the Commander and five of his
associates were left behind, lying cold on the ground.

The sight of approaching Sikh brothers filled Deep Kaur
filled with joy. She quickly tried to move towards the
road but couldn't. She had lost too much blood and thus
was unable to walk. She simply fell unconscious to the
ground.

Sikh Jatha saw unconscious Deep Kaur and 6 dead bodies
of Turkish soldier, upon reaching the location. It did not
take them long to comprehend the situation. Immediately,
they spread a bed for Dashmesh's daughter, dressed her
wounds and awaken her with medication. Then carrying
her along, the Jatha proceeded to Anandpur Sahib for
participating in the Dashmesh father's Dharam Yudh.

Fully aware of the situation, our Dashmesh father Guru
Gobind Singh Ji was strolling outside his court awaiting
the arrival of this Jatha. Seeing them arrive, he joyfully
advanced to receive them and asked "Where is my
daughter?"

Jatha members were confused. They did not understand
the meaning of this question, since there were many Sikh
women among the Jatha. Who did Guru Sahib honor with
daughter's address? They could not understand.

In the meantime, Guru Sahib quickly moved towards the
palki (palanquin) carrying the wounded Deep Kaur.
Raising the palki curtain, he hugged and kissed her
forehead, saying "This is my daughter Deep Kaur.
Because of such daughter my Panth shall remain in
Chardi Kala."