I know. I know it’s hard, trying to fight ideals of beauty and happiness, everyday of your life. I know it’s hard trying to remind yourself that fashion, relationships, and worldliness will only provide temporary happiness. I know it’s hard for you to see others “happy” while they live without morals, goals, or values. I know you struggle to adopt the values of your ancestors. Remember, though, that you are doing this for Guru Gobind Singh ji. Remember, that you have been blessed with the knowledge of true happiness. Remember, you can be happy, if you choose to be.
I know. I know it’s hard, waking up every day to tie your dastaar. Or tie your rumaal. I know it’s hard, to walk around the world looking like no one else. Believe me, I know what it’s like to feel like an anomaly. I know it’s hard to feel like a princess, queen, or soldier all of the time, and it’s hard to consider your headdress a crown all of the time. It’s hard to be bombarded daily with images of girls showing their beautiful tresses, and still tying yours, taking a path most women couldn’t handle treading on. Remember, though, that you stepped on this path to meet Guru Gobind Singh ji. You’re blessed to respect his gift of hair, and you’re blessed to radiate the strength of His roop, after so many lifetimes of waiting for this chance.
I know. Oh trust me, I know it’s hard to keep your hair. It’s hard seeing hairlessness everywhere you look, and it’s harder when our own blood disregards its beauty. I know it’s hard to be proud of something the whole world thinks is ugly. I know it’s hard to find beauty in something that the world has brainwashed us to believe is unheard of. I know it’s hard to fearlessly broadcast what most women try to hide. I know it’s hard, when the dominant, privileged, patriarchal, hairless white class defines beauty as something all women are naturally not. Remember, though, that you are beauty, and you reflect Guru Gobind Singh ji. Remember, that Divine vibrations are being sent through your gracious, beautiful kes, everywhere on your body and face. Right now.
I know it’s hard being different. I know it’s hard using your voice, especially when your own brothers are sexist. I know it’s hard trying to master your desires, rather than being mastered by them. I know it’s hard not succumbing to worldly pleasures. I know it’s hard to keep fighting, and hard not to give up, especially when your sisters leave you, let alone when your conscience leaves you. I know. I know it’s hard to be yourself, and be accepted, when you don’t even accept yourself. I know it’s hard to sift through the truth in the world’s dark pool of lies. At the end of the day, and at the end of your life, remember, you did this for Guru Gobind Singh ji. You wanted to be His daughter. And in becoming His daughter, He made you a Kaur; a “prince”; an heir to the kingdom of the Khalsa Nation. You are not just a human being. You are a leader, a warrior, a revolutionary, a spokesperson, a loving embrace, a humble servant, a protector, a mother, a sister, a saint. A soldier. You are regal, and you have already come so far, by holding your head on your palm, in dedication to true beauty, true joy, and true strength.
Do not give up. Do not assume you’re at the bottom of the mountain. Realize, you’re standing on top, with the waving orange Nishan Sahib of your nation in your hand. We all make mistakes, sister, but we don’t all come as far as you have. Stand Tall; Stand Proud.
Dheeyan Dasmesh Diyan [we are the daughters of Guru Gobind Singh]. Bhago Diyan Bhaina [we are the sisters of Mai Bhago]. Sheraan Vangu Garjana [we will roar like lions]. Nahi Dar Ke Rehna [we will not live in fear].