I recently had the privilege of watching a fantastic play called “Himmat” at The Cultch, and was blown away by how phenomenal the production was.

It centers around an ailing father recounting his life story to his young daughter, and will surely strike a chord with anyone who grew up as the child of Punjabi immigrants. It explores topics such as addiction and its impact on not only the addict, but also those in their lives. It also highlights the struggles our parents faced as newcomers to this country, including the pain they felt leaving the land they loved to start a new life.

I found myself nodding in agreement and nostalgia throughout the play, but a scene that really struck home for me was a racist encounter a young Punjabi couple experiences that leaves them both very shaken.

For several days now, I’ve been reflecting on this particular scene and replaying it in my head over and over again.

When I was really young, we lived in Delta, BC. Like the couple in the play, our family also experienced racism in the form of verbal abuse, in addition to regular vandalism. One of my most vivid memories from that period is having a rock come through our front window, narrowly missing my head one night.

A few years ago, my nephew found a news article from The Vancouver Sun, written six months before I was born. In it, the reporter writes about how a Punjabi immigrant family’s home was fire bombed in Delta. The Punjabi community in the Lower Mainland was small at the time, so an act like this brought everyone together to offer support, including my family. To my surprise, the reporter actually spoke to my dad, and writes that he shared that our family had also been victims of racist attacks, with the windows of our house being broken and vehicles damaged.

There are a few gems from him in this article that illustrate what Punjabi immigrants went through when they first got here back then, but since my nephew is the one who found it, I’ll let him be the one that will share it when he’s ready. One of the things I will share is a quote from my dad that really resonated with me:

“Hara said he is not frightened.”

I think this quote sums up the collective mindset of Punjabi immigrants in the Lower Mainland at the time.

Despite being constantly reminded that they weren’t welcome, they didn’t bend. Instead, they worked hard, stood their ground, and overcame. They displayed an immense of amount of resilience, refusing to accept racism as a fact of life.

Since I’ve watched the play, I’ve been thinking about how hard it must have been for people like my parents to leave Punjab and travel halfway across the world to a place where their arrival was met with such hatred and intolerance. It makes me look at my own life and appreciate what those who came before me had to go through.

After the show, we went to the Coal Harbour Cactus Club in Vancouver for dinner. From where we were seated, I had a perfect view of the harbour, including the Chevron gas station in the middle of it. I’ve heard somewhere that the gas station is roughly in the same spot that the Komagata Maru stood for two months before being turned away from Canada in 1914.

Of the 376 passengers on board, one was a man named Deva Singh, who hailed from the same village in Punjab from which my family comes from. As I looked out at the dark waters of the harbour, I pictured the massive ship sitting patiently where the gas station now stands. I imagined those aboard the Komagata Maru waiting to hear the decision on their fate with eagerness and uncertainty. I pictured Deva Singh standing on its deck, perhaps looking out at the very spot the restaurant I was sitting in is now. I could feel his hope and excitement at the prospect of a new life. I could also feel his disappointment when he heard the news that the passengers of the Komagata Maru would not be allowed to come ashore, and as a result, be forced to return back to India. I pictured him looking back at Vancouver one last time before it disappeared from view as the ship made its way back to open water, knowing he would never see this land again.

Since watching the play, I wish I could go back in time and tell Baba Deva Singh that one day, things would change. I wish I could tell him that 67 years after he was turned away from this beautiful country, a man from his village would stand on the ground he and his fellow passengers had tried so valiantly to set foot upon and defiantly proclaim to those who where trying to intimidate him and his community that he wasn’t frightened. I wish I could tell him that 108 years after he last saw Coal Harbour, a man from his village would attend a play that made him reflect on all those who dared to stand up to intolerance and racism, and then have dinner looking out at the very spot where he had stood.

Above all, I wish I could tell him how much we appreciate the himmat, which translates to courage – he and his fellow passengers showed. They inspired thousands of immigrants like my parents to never give up hope and never let their himmat waver.

In closing, I’d like to thank those who put this beautiful production together. It was a great reminder of the sacrifices, trials and tribulations those who came before us made and went through so that we can live the lives we do – a fact we are all guilty of forgetting sometimes.

To put it simply, we are forever grateful.

“It is in the roots, not the branches, that a tree’s greatest strength lies.” – Matshona Dhliwa

I’ve been following the “Freedom Convoy” over the weekend, and I’ve found myself getting increasingly frustrated with the use of the word “freedom” by those who are a part of it or support it.

First and foremost, I’m supportive of everyone’s right to protest against what they feel is wrong or unjust. It’s one of the many reasons this country is one of the most beautiful places to call home, and why I count my blessings for having been born here.

Second, I’ve come to the realization that not everyone is going to get the vaccine. I’ve heard outrageous claims by some who don’t want to get it, but I’ve also heard logical arguments from people I respect and call my friends. I’ve come to the conclusion that this is something I need to accept and respect, regardless of whether or not I agree with it.

Back to “freedom” though.

It’s a word that’s been used a lot in recent days, and it’s become abundantly evident that it means different things for different people.

Ask the little girl in Afghanistan who dared to go to school and is now in hiding for fear of her life what freedom is.

Ask the African man who was abducted and was forced into slavery on a plantation, thousands of miles away from his native land what freedom is.

Ask the women across the globe who are forced into selling their bodies multiple times a day what freedom is.

Ask Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. what freedom is as he organized marches and demonstrations to fight for basic human rights.

Ask Nelson Mandela what freedom is as he sat in a jail cell for 27 years for daring to oppose the evil of apartheid.

To state these protests are for freedom just isn’t right.

It’s a privilege to travel.

It’s a privilege to have the ability to eat at a restaurant.

It’s a privilege to go to a bar for drinks with friends.

We Canadians are arguably some of the freest of the free on this planet, which is why the use of the word “freedom” isn’t fitting. It’s not right to pretend as though we are oppressed and living in some sort of alternate universe that somehow compares to the examples listed above and so many more throughout the pages of human history when it comes to freedom.

To put it simply, to continue to use the word freedom to describe this protest is an insult to those who have fought for and died for it.

Speaking of which, I’ve found it indescribably disturbing to view images of swastikas and confederate flags at these protests. Regardless of which side of the fence you sit on with regards to the mandates the government has implemented, one would be hard pressed to justify why these symbols of hate were allowed and tolerated in a protest that was for freedom.

Also, the video of the woman standing on The Tomb of the Unknown Soldier is one that’s been seared into my mind. For those that don’t know, that tomb contains the remains of an unknown Canadian soldier who died fighting in WWI for the exact thing the person desecrating his grave claims to be fighting for….freedom.

Add the images of urine in the snow on the National War Memorial (a monument meant to honor those who died fighting for our freedoms) and you’ll begin to hopefully understand some of the frustration I’m so desperately trying to express.

I’m not even going to attempt to put into words my bewilderment at the fact that I’ve heard many of the organizers of this event are active members of various hate groups. How can people who hate me for the color of my skin and my religious beliefs claim to be fighting for my freedom?

It’s preposterous.

I’ve heard upwards of $7 million dollars has been raised to support this protest. There’s no doubt that’s impressive, but if those involved with this group truly believe this is about freedom, perhaps a substantial amount of that money should go towards figuring out who the perpetrators of the above mentioned acts of disgust were?

The bottom line is, if you’re truly passionate about these mandates and want them to be lifted, then all the power to you. Protest and express yourself – it’s your right as Canadians, but speak up when people like those mentioned above rear their hate-filled heads and use this as an opportunity to promote their agendas.

Use the millions you raised to oust the divisive scum who are so entrenched in your ranks.

Do what you need to do, but please, don’t refer to this as a protest for freedom, because that is a word which shouldn’t be used so lightly.

Picture: Tomb of the Unknown Soldier (Remembrance Day 2017) – Benoit Rochon

552 years ago today, in a village in modern-day Pakistan, a child who would grow up to introduce the world to a revolutionary way of life was born.

His teachings were simple, yet beautiful:

• Keep Oneness in your heart, always.
• Work hard, with discipline and focus.
• Be a part of a community, sharing your blessings with all.

Five and a half centuries after his birth, determined farmers in India began to protest laws which threatened their livelihoods, leaving their homes to march hundreds of kilometers to the capital, vowing not to return until said laws were repealed. Perhaps they didn’t know it then, but they were about to personify his teachings for the world to see.

Farmers from different parts of India, with different ways of life, languages, customs and religions banded together, with the international community also showing their support…

Oneness.

As they braved a cold winter, a sweltering summer, rain, smog, and unsanitary conditions, they held strong. They stood firm in their beliefs and didn’t give up….

Hard work, with discipline and focus.

As the days turned to weeks and the weeks to months, strangers became family. Men and women of all faiths prayed together, even feeding the poor in and around New Delhi…

A community, in which blessings are shared with all.

Today, after almost a year away from their homes, these farmers proved how true his teachings are.

They showed the world that when we unite on the side of truth and stand together as One, even the mightiest of walls will crumble.

They proved what honesty, determination and resolve can accomplish.

They showed the value of community, and how even in dire circumstances, humanity and compassion can never be abandoned.

In case you haven’t heard, the laws these men and women were protesting were repealed today, and even the most skeptical amongst us would be hard-pressed to argue that the teachings of that magnificent soul, born 552 years ago today, didn’t play an integral part.

Art: Diljit Dosanjh Album

I saw something a few days ago that read:

“As we watch our children grow up, they’re also watching us grow up.”

I’ve never really looked at it that way before, and I’ve been trying to make sense of it since.

The prevailing thought seems to be that as parents, we need to be the ones who have all the answers and know right from wrong. After all, we’re the ones who’ve gained immense amounts of knowledge via valuable life experience. We’re the ones that are going to explain how this life and world work, right?

Wrong.

Socrates once said,

“The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing.”

There’s no better statement to sum up being a parent.

I look back to when my first child was born and how utterly unprepared I was for fatherhood, despite what I thought was significant preparation. Like countless others before me, I thought I had it all figured out, and like all of them, I too proved Socrates right by quickly coming to the sobering realization that I knew absolutely nothing.

Author Roy T. Bennett wrote that change begins at the end of one’s comfort zone. If we take this statement as fact, then becoming a parent for the first time is not just the end of our comfort zone, it’s well beyond it.

As we stumble through parenthood, we quickly learn that children are mirrors. They bring to light painful flaws in our personalities which we know exist, but refuse to acknowledge. They keep pushing us further and further from that edge of comfort Bennet mentions, forcing us to make a very important decision:

Are we going to grow up with them, or simply watch them grow up alone?

To some people, this may come as a no-brainer, but for many, it’s a tough choice. Sure, some changes may be easy, but others are extremely hard. There are decisions that need to be made and priorities that need to be re-assessed and adjusted, if not discarded completely.

Sometimes, it means having to re-examine one’s entire life and doing some very serious soul-searching.

In short, it isn’t easy, and it’s a choice many, if not all parents have struggled with time and time again.

Dad and Mom aren’t titles, they’re badges that need to be earned through hard work and dedication. They take sacrifice. Becoming a father or mother is a matter of biology; becoming a Mom or Dad is a matter of choosing to grow up alongside your children.

With each breath, every living thing in the world inches closer to the end. It may sound morbid, but it’s an undeniable truth, and one each of us needs to come to terms with. One day, our time will run out. For those of us who are parents, it means leaving our kids behind.

When these thoughts are on the mind, one can’t help but picture our kids looking back and thinking about us as parents. If we’ve done it right, when our kids travel down Memory Lane, instead of being filled with sadness at watching us age, they’ll also be filled with a warm sense of love and appreciation at the fact that as they grew up, we tried our best to grow up alongside them…albeit sometimes tripping along the way.

So, when I think back to the caption that captivated me a few days ago, I realized why I’ve been thinking about it so much:

It’s wrong.

As our children grow up, they’re watching us AGE. Each of us must decide whether they will also get to watch us grow up.

Art: Thomas-Jules Massard

 

As is the case with most people, the recent events that have unfolded in Afghanistan have weighed heavily on my mind for the past few days. I’ve been trying to put the feelings I’m experiencing into words, but haven’t been able to do so in a manner that does them justice.

All that changed, however, when I walked in the door today and was greeted by my seven year old daughter, smiling ear-to-ear because she had learned to tie her own belt for jiu jitsu. As I looked down at her beautiful little face beaming with joy at her accomplishment, I started to feel that same feeling again in the pit of my stomach.

All of a sudden, it hit me:

The feeling I was experiencing was guilt.

As I gave her a hug, my mind wandered to the fact that girls as young as twelve are now being forced into marriages in some areas of Afghanistan.

12.

My daughter will be twelve in less than five years. Imagine raising a little girl in circumstances such as these, where you know some man much older than her will take her as a prize and treat her like property.

Imagine the feeling as a parent, knowing there is nothing you can do to prevent it.

It’s heartbreaking.

I find myself wondering what I would do if I was forced to endure these circumstances, but quickly snap myself out of it, reminding myself I’m not there. I’ve realized that this is precisely when the guilt kicks in.

I’m not there.

I don’t have to experience the horrors the men, women and children of Afghanistan are facing. I have the luxury of living in a country where I know my kids have the ability to reach for the stars. I don’t have to explain to my daughter why she’s no longer allowed to go school.

I’m not forced to tell her that she can’t do jiu jitsu anymore, along with all of the other activities she loves.

I don’t have to prepare her to become a bride in a few years, with assurances she’ll be ok, knowing full-well she won’t. My son won’t be raised to look at women as inferior and weak, and won’t be handed a semi-automatic weapon and trained to kill.

In short, I have it pretty good, which is exactly why I feel guilty.

Here we are, living relatively easy lives. Sure, we all have our issues and hurdles to overcome, but they pale in comparison to those which the people of Afghanistan are facing. I read a post somewhere today that said where we are born is a game of chance. Fortunately for us, we came up on the winning side of the game.

Unfortunately, those now facing very grim futures in Afghanistan didn’t.

Obviously, none of us had control over said game, so why the guilt? After racking my brain, I think I’ve figured it out, at least for myself.

Like most people, I’m outraged at what’s happening.

I’m looking for answers. I’m desperate to know the latest. I want to help. The problem is, these feelings are going to begin to fade in a while. The news outlets will focus on something else, and I’ll begin to slowly go back to my relatively comfortable life, accepting the fact that what happened in Afghanistan is what it is, and there’s not much I can do about it.

I believe that preventing this is the key to eradicating the guilt. None of us had the power to stop what happened, but we can each do our best to try to help those forced to live this nightmare. The following words from Viktor Frankl sum up the importance of doing so perfectly:

“For the world is in a bad state, but everything will become still worse unless each of us does his best.”

The people of Afghanistan are facing an extremely difficult future. Things are bad, and if the past is a predictor of the future, then they’re going to get a lot worse. This is why each of us needs to do our best to help. If for you, this means a monetary donation, then donate. If it means giving your old clothing to refugees coming out of Afghanistan, then find a way to get it to them. If it means writing a letter to a prominent member of our community to urge them to act, then start writing. If you’re a person of faith, include the people of Afghanistan in your prayers everyday. Do whatever you can to help them.

Do.
Your.
Best.

As human beings, this is a sacred duty we all must honor. If our humanity and empathy for our fellow humans wavers at times like this, then the already prominent evil in this world will only get worse. As Frankl said, our best is what is required – nothing less will do.

Inevitably, there will come a time when you sense yourself caring less and forgetting about what’s happening and what’s at stake. When that time comes, look into the faces of the little girls in your life and picture them having to face the horrors mentioned above.

If that doesn’t motivate you to do your best, nothing will.

Image: Shamsia Hassani

As Facebook will tell you today, I’ve been lucky enough to spend 40 years on this magnificent planet.

Yesterday, I decided to create a list of the 40 things I’ve learned over the last 4 decades, as a way to remind myself of what’s important in life.

Here it is – My 40 Lessons in 40 Years:

1. You can’t escape your fate.

Fate is a concept I’m fascinated with, and one I’ve learned (sometimes the hard way) to accept for what it is.

What is written is written, and so it will be. Amor Fati, as per Nietzsche; Hukam, as per the Sikh scriptures.

Call it what you may, but understand that it’s unavoidable, so accept it with a smile and brave it with determination.

2. Early mornings are magical.

There’s a reason why many belief systems stress the value of the period before sunrise; it’s a time of serenity & peace.

To rise early is not easy, nor should it be, but it’s your divine right.

3. Grief can destroy you, or it can take you to places you never imagined.

From the deepest pits of despair come the most inspirational stories of hope.

Your devastation at what happened to you holds within it a unique experience and perspective that when harnessed, can change your life.

4. Everyone has a lesson to teach you.

Throughout the course of our lives, we’ll meet countless people. Each of them has a story, a life experience, advice or lesson that we can apply in our own lives.

Unfortunately, we’re usually too busy judging them to realize this.

5. Gratitude is paramount.

There are so many people in this world living in utter despair, yet they continue to have hope and dream of a better future.

Conversely, there are so many people in this world who have everything they need, yet keep wanting more, unable to realize how fortunate they truly are.

It’s important to be grateful for what you have, not envious for what you don’t.

6. Writing is therapy.

I’m thankful to have rediscovered my love for writing over the last few years. I’ve come to realize that writing has provided me with an outlet few things can compare to.

7. Reading is a gift you should give yourself as often as you can.

To say I love books in an understatement.

I’ve watched Maharaja Ranjit Singh establish his empire; stood next to Malcom X as he called out racism in the United States; sat next to Nelson Mandela in his jail cell on Robben Island; witnessed Musashi become a legend in feudal Japan, and cheered ringside while witnessing Muhammad Ali float like a butterfly and sting like a bee – all thanks to books.

8. You can’t please everyone.

Not everyone will root for you.

Not everyone will like you.

Not everyone will be happy to see you doing well.

It took me a long time to accept this, but once I did, it felt as though a burden had been lifted off my shoulders.

9. Silence is golden.

We live in an age of extreme busyness. From the moment we wake up to the moment we go to bed, we are swamped with things to do. Our minds are under constant assault from worries, to-do lists and anxieties.

Simply closing my eyes for a few minutes and relishing the silence has helped me slow down.

10. We’re more alike than different.

Each of has a uniqueness that makes us who we are, but in this age of individuality, we tend to forget that we have a lot more in common with others than we think. When I began to view others based on our similarities rather than our differences, my life started to change.

11. Saying you’re religious and actually following what your faith says are two different things.

I am by no means an expert on any religious text, but from all I’ve read to date, I can safely say that very few people in this world practice what the scriptures they hold in such high regard state.

Divinity exists in these works, yet ignorance prevails in most that read them.

12. Words have immense power.

It’s important to chose your words carefully, for they can do damage that is irreversible.

13. Look past the surface.

Behind every facade you see is a person with flaws, fears and worries, just like you.

Don’t be fooled by the flash, cash, fame and words.

They’re all human, no different than you and I.

14. Everything you need is inside.

There is an indescribable power within each of us, yet we occupy ourselves looking for it everywhere else.

15. Do the right thing – because it’s at the right thing.

Do things because doing them is the right course of action, instead of for the praise or reward that may get as a result.

16. Accept nothing as fact.

You’re an intelligent being, yet you willfully keep believing things that deep down inside, you know are nonsense. Tradition, custom and the way things are should always be questioned and analyzed. If they’re true, they’ll withstand the scrutiny.

17. Each of us is a leader.

Regardless of your willingness to accept the title, you’re a leader. Someone is looking to you for guidance, for inspiration, for motivation. It’s a responsibility you should never take lightly.

18. Help everyone, even those you don’t like.

There are people in life that no matter what, you’re going to dislike, and that’s ok. With that said, a hallmark of living a good life is to help someone in their time of need, regardless of your differences.

19. Time is your most precious resource.

You wouldn’t hand your hard-earned money to imbeciles, yet you devote your time to them without a second thought.

That’s a problem.

20. Your opinion isn’t needed on every topic.

A fool is he who thinks he is qualified to give his opinion on matters he knows nothing about.

21. You have a sacred duty to remember where you come from.

It’s a tragedy of the gravest proportion when one willfully turns their back on who they are and where they come from.

To deliberately ignore and forget who you are is an insult of immense proportion to those who came before you.

22. You wield the pen.

One of the most liberating realizations one can have is that in the story of your life, you are the lone author.

Despite your suffering, despite all the pain & anguish you may have experienced, the story can still be a positive one.

23. Comfort is a killer.

It’s important to constantly challenge yourself, for stagnation is a disease. A big fish in a small pond relishes in its domination, not realizing its comfort is slowly killing it.

24. Be a voice for the voiceless.

The world is full of people who are subject to immense injustice, with no one willing to help them.

Have the courage to speak when you see a wrong, even if no one else is. The world needs more people who are willing to do the right thing.

25. Beware of experts.

No person in this world has it figured out, so don’t be fooled by such claims. There is no such thing as an expert; each of us is making mistakes, growing and learning as we go.

26. Make time for those that matter.

The time spent with those you love is more valuable than the rarest of jewels.

No matter how busy you are, you’ve got to make time for those you hold dear.

27. On your way up, help others.

In a world so focused on getting ahead at all costs, be someone who chooses to step back to help others along.

28. Humility is a superpower.

Humility is a key that unlocks many doors, which arrogance can slam shut forever.

29. Let go of hatred.

Hatred is poison.

It will destroy you if you let it, which is why it is important to learn how to let go and move on.

30. Failures hold lessons.

I’ve learned more from my losses than I have from my wins. Losing sucks, but there is always something to be gained from each defeat.

31. Be kind.

Kindness and sincerity are gifts we can give to others with every interaction.

A word of encouragement will cost you nothing, yet may make a world of difference in someone’s life.

32. Play your part

Each of has a part to play in making the world better.

We need to stop waiting for politicians to make decisions and others to take the first steps.

Take charge and be the change you wish to see.

33. Give more than you take.

Lead a life of service.

You were put here to give, not to take.

Yes, making a living is important, but increased numbers in your bank account should not come at the cost of a decline in your decency and humanity.

34. Titles are meaningless.

Titles suit books, not people.

Never forget you’re a person, no matter how lofty the words before your name are.

35. We’re all born twice.

Fate has allotted each of us two births.

The first occurs when we emerge from our mother’s womb and take our first breath.

The second occurs when we find our true purpose for being here.

The first occurs by nature, the second must be sought.

36. Be Present.

Being present is a priceless gift you can give yourself and those around you.

The past is done; the future uncertain; now is all that matters.

37. Be the good guy.

Just because the good guy doesn’t always win doesn’t mean you shouldn’t want to be the good guy.

38. Look for beauty.

There is beauty everywhere in this world, but sometimes we refuse to take off the glasses of negativity so we can see it.

39. Happiness is a birthright.

We’re here fore such a short period of time, yet so much of it is consumed by worry, anxiety and stress. It doesn’t have to be that way.

40. There’s an ending.

One day, it will all be over.

Your life will come to an end.

This shouldn’t be something that gives way to dread, but rather as motivation to enjoy the precious time you have.

40 lessons – 40 years. Thank you all for the birthday wishes!

By now, we’ve all heard about the horrific discovery of the remains of 215 children on the grounds of a former residential school in Kamloops, British Columbia, Canada.

To say what happened to these children and countless others is sad would be an understatement of magnificent proportions.

What happened to them was pure evil, fueled by hate, intolerance and greed.

Over the past few days, I’ve been looking at my own children and thinking about how hard we are working to make them remember their Punjabi roots:

• We gave them names to reflect their culture.
• They’re enrolled in Punjabi classes.
• We try to speak the language with them as much as we can.
• We took them to Punjab to show them their ancestral village.
• We teach them about their faith and rich history.

We do all of this because we don’t want them to forget who they are. As the children of immigrants, we’re proud of our roots. We honour and respect the trials and tribulations of our parents and our forefathers.

Their sacrifices made us who we are today. For us, it’s important that these stories, these rich histories and traditions be passed on to our next generation and generations to come.

Then I think of the 215 children buried in Kamloops and every other child who was put into a residential school. The authorities at the time did the exact opposite of what we’re trying to do now:

• Their names were taken away.
• They were forced to forget their language.
• Their traditions were ridiculed.
• Their culture was dismissed as primitive and savage.
• They were made to feel shame for being who they were.

All this, and that too on their own land. It’s one thing for us as the children of immigrants trying to hold onto our culture in a new country, but imagine being forced to do so on your own land.

Imagine someone coming to your home and telling you how you live, the way you raise your children, and everything you believe in is inferior and savage.

Then imagine them devising a way to eradicate your rich history by taking control of your children.

Vital Grandin, a Bishop and avid supporter of residential schools stated the following in late 1876, when speaking to the goal of residential schools:

“We instill in them a profound distaste for the native life so that they will be humiliated when reminded of their origin. When they graduate from our institutions, the children have lost everything Native except their blood.”

It’s sickening.

Imagine people like Grandin taking away your children, putting them in “schools” to make them forget everything about themselves. Picture your children receiving beatings, horrific abuse of every sort imaginable and living conditions too deplorable to describe. Imagine their names being taken away.

Imagine them being taught to hate the very blood that flows in their veins.

In the case of these 215, imagine your children losing their lives, simply because they were who they were.

It’s tempting to comfort oneself by looking at the date of this horrendous statement and think about all of this happening well over 100 years ago, but the Kamloops school closed in 1978.

The last residential school in Canada closed in 1996.

Let that sink in for a minute. Many of us can distinctly recall what we were doing in 1996; it wasn’t that long ago.

Canada is a beautiful country, which we are grateful to call home, but it also has a very dark past. As Canadians, we have a sacred obligation to understand and acknowledge the atrocities committed against the Indigenous people of the land we call home, but it doesn’t just stop at that. We also need to find a way to assist and support our Indigenous brothers and sisters in any way possible as they process and cope with the horrors they and their ancestors have been forced to endure.

Your pain is unique and deep, therefore we will never fully be able to grasp its extent, but we as a community stand with you, today and forever.

There has been a lot of talk over the last few days about the flag of India, with patriots accusing the farmers of disrespecting it. I will admit, although I could tell you what the flag is, I had no idea what it meant. Curiosity got the best of me, so I started looking into it further.

For those like me who didn’t know, each part of the flag has a very deep and significant meaning. A very brief summary of the meaning of each is as follows:

Saffron: Strength and courage.

White: Peace and truth.

Green: Fertility and growth; the importance of the land.

Chakra: The wheel itself is known as an “Ashoka Chakra” and has 24 spokes. They represent both the 24 hours in a day, as well as 24 virtues for life. Some of these virtues are sacrifice, hope, kindness, equality and awareness.

After reading this, I was left scratching my head. What was it that these so-called patriots were mad about? The protesting farmers live up to the definition of the flag and then some.

Proof?

Saffron (Strength and Courage): The protesters have been out on the cold streets for months. They’ve faced trenches, water cannons, beatings by those who should be protecting them, abuse from extremists and fanatics both physically and verbally, as well as baseless attempts at defamation – just to name a few things.

Take a look at the video of protester who had his sacred turban ripped off his head while being beaten mercilessly. When freed from the clutches of those assaulting him, he turned to a camera and smiled, stating that he and the other protesters would continue to fight for their rights, no matter what happened to them. He then turned to his abusers and roared the Sikh battle cry in defiance. If that’s not courageous, I don’t know what is.

White (peace and truth): The farmers have repeatedly said they do not want to be there. They are hundreds of miles away from their families and land. They want to go home. They’ve appealed to everyone that will listen to intervene. They just want their voices heard and their way of life to carry on. They’ve sat there for months, waiting peacefully. After repeated attempts to slander them, they created their own social media platforms to convey what the white in the flag represents – truth.

Green (fertility and growth): They’re FARMERS fighting for the right to keep their way of living. That’s the green personified.

The Ashoka Chakra: A quick recap of some of the 24 virtues they’ve displayed:

1. Sacrifice – People have lost their lives for what is right.
2. Hope – They’re still optimistic, despite each day bringing with it more outrageous stunts by those who would wish to see them ruined.
3. Equality – Hindu, Sikh, Muslim…all united as one to fight for their rights.
4. Kindness – They’re feeding the poor of their nation’s capital when they themselves eat.
5. Awareness – Take a look at your social media feeds. The farmers and their supporters are working day and night to bring what is happening to the world stage.

Now, look at the other side. You’ve got internet warriors with the Indian flag as their display pictures on various social media platforms trying to defame the protesters by calling them childish names, insulting their beliefs and posting pornographic images using hashtags related to faith and religion. These people are sitting behind computer screens doing the exact opposite of what the flag they hold so dear represents. Cowardice, lies, a disrespect for those that feed them. To top it all off, they display a blatant disregard for each and every one of 24 of the Ashoka Chakra’s virtues.

So, after all this research, I’ve come to the conclusion that there are definitely grounds to be upset about the disrespect for this mighty nation’s flag. The problem is that everyone seems to be mad at the wrong group, because the guilty are the one’s pushing the narrative.

Let’s change that.

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As we scroll through our social media feeds, viewing the images and videos coming out of the protest sites, a common theme emerges:

There is no despair or fear in the faces of the protesters. Instead, we see images and hear words of determination, hope and positivity.

Why is that?

It is because these men and women subscribe to a mindset that is unshakeable.

What’s it called?

Chardi Kala.

Chardi Kala describes a state of mind that has its very foundation built on unwavering optimism and positivity, even in the face of the most daunting of odds and obstacles.

What is happening to these people is not in their control, but their reaction to it is. In a situation where despair and depression would be understandable to most, they refuse to succumb to this path of darkness. Instead, they embody what Viktor Frankl so eloquently stated in “Man’s Search for Meaning”:

“The one thing you can’t take away from me is the way I choose to respond to what you do to me. The last of one’s freedoms is to choose one’s attitude in any given circumstance.”

Their way of life is in jeopardy.

They could lose everything.

They are being painted by some as something they are not.

Despite all this, they choose to smile.

They choose to dance.

They choose to sing.

They choose to feed the authorities and the poor of Delhi when they themselves sit down to eat.

They know what is at stake, and they know how difficult this ordeal has been and will continue to be. They are aware that no end is yet in sight. There have been injuries, and unfortunately, some have even lost their lives. The longer this continues, numbers in both of these categories will rise. Despite this, these brave souls remain optimistic, for their resolve is unwavering.

They may not have had a choice in the passing of the bills they are protesting, but they will not let their way of life fade silently into the pages of history. They will face this fight with smiles and determination. They will continue to stand up for themselves, and they will do it with something no one can ever take away from them:

Chardi Kala.

As determined farmers from across India brave cold winter nights, sleeping on streets, tractors and in makeshift tents, it has been disheartening to see how poorly they have been portrayed by many media outlets. Joining these unprofessional organizations are hate-filled pseudo-celebrities and other ignorant people, all of whom are intent on misleading the world and discrediting these courageous men and women.

First and foremost, this is not about religion, so please stop trying to making it so. The fact that the vast majority of the protesting farmers belong to the Sikh faith does not make this a Sikh protest. This is about the rights of farmers as a collective, regardless of faith.

Your poorly thought-out news reports and baseless accusations made against the men and women protesting in India and abroad are a joke. You are accusing 70-80 year old people who have left their villages and farms behind of fanning the flames of intolerance and hatred, when in fact it is you doing so. You should be ashamed of yourselves.

This is yet another example of biased and irresponsible reporting and the spreading of misinformation. This tabloid-style approach will not work, because for every fake story you report and every false claim you share, we will share the truth.

We will show the world how the protesters are serving meals to the very people who are peppering them with tear gas and soaking them with ice cold water.

We will share images of Hindu, Muslim and Sikhs holding prayers – united.

We will continue to discredit your Kangana’s with our Diljit’s.

You see, there may be more of you and you might have more resources than us, but much like the 300 Spartans led by King Leonidas at Thermopylae, we will stand our ground. What differentiates us from the Spartans was that they were led by a man, who although great, is no match for what we are led by:

Love.

Your hate and lies will not win; they do not stand a chance.

You paint these farmers as uneducated simpletons, failing to realize that they made the decision to forgo their education so you and your families could have food on your tables.

Instead of gratitude, you look down on them. Shame on you.

Instead of holding them in high regard for their work ethic, determination and kindness, you attempt to vilify them. Shame on you.

You also fail to realize that although these farmers may not be as educated as you, their supporters are. Behind these men and women stand millions of people who possess all the academic accolades you hold in such high regard, and then some. We will not let you spread lies about them.

But, if after all this, you continue to paint this as a Sikh struggle, then we humbly request that you look at the very first word of our holy scripture, which we are confident you have never even attempted to read, let alone understand.

So let us educate you. The scripture does not begin with a word, but rather a number.

The number 1.
Unity.
Oneness.
Equality.
Love.

That is what this is about, and that is what we will continue to show.