Manbir Kaur, July 2001
Sodhi Singh, July 2001
Book Description
This book is suitable for all ages, races, colours, nationalities and religions. It would be ideal for school children to give them a unique insight into the life of Sikh Warriors.
From the Publisher
From the Author
I wrote the "Fighting Spirit" poem when I read about the way small groups of Sikh soldiers would outwit a whole army of enemy soldiers in order to save the kidnapped women. The Sikhs were the "Robin Hoods" of their day - the ones innocent villagers would look to for support.
I have taught children and teenagers for over a decade and know how difficult it is to find resources that they find interesting. So I wrote this book in simple English aimed at children to young teenagers. However, I have found University students, parents and non-Sikhs all reading this book with fascination.
I know you will enjoy it to, so "If you like it tell your friends, If you don't then tell me!"
About the Author
Originally I sent the stories out on the internet, but soon realised that they needed powerful illustrations to totally absorb the reader into the world of an 18th Century Sikh Warrior Princess. That's when I saw some fantastic posters by Harjit Singh Khera of Warrior Saints. I commissioned him and he has produced some truly original and fantastic artwork. He is truly talented. I also met Taranjit Singh - a very talented young website designer who will one day make a state of the art Sikh animation... The three of us together have strived to make the best book, illustrations and website we could to inspire the youth of the world.
Excerpted from The Warrior Princess 1: Sikh Women in Battle by Harjit Singh, Harjit Singh Khera. Copyright © 2001. Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.
The wild animals were howling in the nearby jungle. The wind was biting Ranjit Kaur's face as she wrapped her midnight-blue shawl around a little tighter. Nothing to be afraid of, she quietly carried on repeating God's name, "Waheguru, Waheguru" in time to her steps. It protected her in a glove of spiritual love.
She looked through the trees at the magnificent setting sun, for a moment she forgot all about the war and was lost in the magic and mystery of the Creator. She felt as beautiful as a blossoming flower radiating love and life in all directions.
"Sister! Sister!"
Ranjit Kaur quickly turned around and saw a young boy in the uniform of the Khalsa warrior. He was wearing the blue battledress. A long curved sword hung down his left side, chain-mail armour across his chest and a three metal discuses around his blue pointed turban.
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