The Story of Harnaam Singh

There was fighting going on in Malaya at the time when this story takes place. Hazur had come to Dalhousie. It was 8.00 or 8.30 in the morning when one phoji dogra – a type of soldier – was standing on the porch of the house where Hazur was staying.

With Great Love, he asked,

Is this the house of the Great Saint from Beas?

I answered,

Yes.

With much devotion, his eyes full of tears, he asked,

Where is Hazur? I want the darshan of a True Saint.

I said,

Don’t be troubled, Sir, He is outside taking a walk. He will be back in an hour.

Then the man said,

Bibi Ji, I will certainly wait an hour for Hazur. I have come from a great distance.

I asked,

Sir what is your name, from where have you come?

He said,

Bibi Ji, my house is in Kangdra District. I have come from Malaya.

In a while Hazur Din Dayal gave darshan and that man, in bliss, embraced Hazur’s feet. Hazur held his head; he knew about the heart, and he knew the True Love of that disciple.

Hazur said,

Oh good wishes, Harnaam Singh – stop – enough – sit down, tell me.

This is his story:

In Malaya the war was going on vigorously, and no Satsangis ever came in sight. Then I met one soldier Satsangi. Having seen terrible times, we both got dejected. Like children, we did not know what to do. Is this service necessary? Should we not go somewhere and do Bhajan and Simran? We both left our guns, climbed a hill and sat silently in Bhajan. (There were enemy soldiers at hand.) Then Hazur gave darshan.

Hazur said strongly, Go on – get going! Take up your weapons! If you sit like this, you will die. We made our earnest supplication: We should like to go home, convey us. Hazur said, All right, that which you want you will get. Going very slowly, we found our guns where we had left them.

As it turned out, the next day I was shot in the eye and my friend was shot in the thumb, though we were both saved. Seeing that we were both unfit, we were dismissed from service. My eye became all right and he could work with both hands. After staying in the hospital for a little while we came home. While in meditation on the ship, Hazur gave darshan again. See, that which you wanted, God has given.

Those lowly ones gave great thanks and Hazur replied,

All is the play of Baba Ji. I am certainly nothing.

All praise to the Satguru Who shows to much humility to unworthy beings.