CHAPTER 6
The trials of the Cold Turret
Amidst the icy walls of Sirhind’s Cold Turret, faith burns as brightly as ever. This chapter explores the unwavering resilience of Mata Gujri Ji and the Sahibzaade as they confront betrayal, injustice, and the darkest depths of human cruelty. From the oppressive confines of their prison to the deceptive allure of worldly temptations in the court of Sirhind, the young princes display a spirit unyielding.
Their fearless proclamations, unshakeable devotion, and profound wisdom echo far beyond the confines of the cold cell, piercing the hearts of their captors. The court debates, the Nawabs divide, and even the bitterest enemies falter at the sight of their luminous conviction. Yet, the final pronouncement—a choice between conversion or martyrdom—becomes a testament to their eternal dedication to the Light.
Another day dawns.
Through the dense fog,
raspy whispers of Nitnem float.
Cutting the cold with faith,
the shivering captives train their minds
under the patronage of Granny dear.
...
Another day at Court.
The nestling hawks fight
with the weapon of mind.
The Quazi wavers,
for he knows within
that they are innocent.
....
We will let you go free.
Questions the court,
what will you do then?
Instant the reply,
will search the forests,
regroup our men and fight you again.
...
The Nawab is aghast.
The audience trembles,
their bravery cutting into their souls.
Suchanand is taken aback,
he spits venom, calling them snakes,
the rebellious sons of rebel.
....
The court fails to find fault still.
The boys are sent back,
if only they would freeze to their deaths.
The people are shocked,
the court is divided,
and the brood at icy Tower rests content.
...
Another day of provocations.
Nawab of Malerkotla is instigated
but not all are corrupt.
Time stands witness,
he walks out on Court,
reasoning with the silent and swayed.
....
Darkness prevails over Sirhind.
The punishment is pronounced
for rebellion against the rulers.
To be bricked alive, or Proselyte,
a choice they still have.
but the eyas greet the decree with smiles.
...
This is but no choice.
They come back smiling,
'morrow we shall follow our Grandpa.
The audience weeps,
the waters of Hansla freeze,
but the icy Turret melts.
....
Welfare unto all
Rab rakha
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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.