Daughter of a Shaheed

The following is a poem written by one of our sisters who lost her family in Delhi 1984. The simple words carry a mountain of pain, it's about time we helped shoulder the burden. Play your Part, Pray for the Panth.

Don't Feel Sorry For Me...
I am The Daughter Of A Shaheed, I am the daughter of a Shaheed
My dad was a proud Singh
One dark unfortunate night there was a knock on our door
It was a mob of angry people
They all attacked my daddy with sharp weapons
They set him on fire in front of my eyes
My dad is gone, he is a Shaheed
But not to worry, Guru Gobind Singh ji is my father
Don't feel sorry for me, I am the daughter of a Shaheed

My mum was a proud Singhnee, she taught me sikhi
In broad daylight, she was abducted by the police
The same police that was created to protect us, took away my mummy
That was the last time saw her, no one knows where she is
Will she ever come back?
By not to worry, Mata sahib Kaur ji is my mother
Don't feel sorry for me,
I am the daughter of a Shaheed

My elder brother was a proud Singh
He was also kidnapped by the police, for being a Sikh
But my brother came back, In form of a Shaheed
His body was dumped in a ditch
His beautiful Dastaar and Bana were full of blood
I wiped blood from his face with my chuni
No one knows what they did to him
But not to worry,
Singhs in the Khalsa Panth are my brothers
Don't feel sorry for me,
I am the daughter of a Shaheed

Those are my childhood memories,
I have grown up now I am a proud Sikh,
just like my mum, dad and brother
I live in this place where they look after children of Shaheeds
I have been to school but cannot study further
because it costs too much I am at a marriageable age
but which respectable amritdhari family will have me?
Will I ever have a family of my own
where I can live happily ever after?
But not to worry, Guru Khalsa Panth is my family
Don't feel sorry for me, I am the daughter of a Shaheed