There is a patrolling unit of Turkish soldiers. To keep an eye on the Sikh jatha that had assembled in Majha and would undoubtedly travel to Anandpur Sahib to participate in Dashmesh father's (Guru Gobind Singh) Dharam Yudh, the local authorities specially designated this troop. This group was also tasked with spreading dread in the hearts of those who sympathise with the Sikh jatha, welcome it, or assist it in any way. The Turkish contingent always went in front of the Sikh Jatha because of this.
In the Hoshiarpur District, a village by the name of Talban is located three kilometres from the route going to Anandpur Sahib. The protagonist of our tale, Bibi Deep Kaur, lived in this village. In this village, there was only one Sikh home—Bibi Deep Kaur's dwelling. Her hubby wasn't at home today. He has already departed to take part in his father Dashmesh's Dharam Yudh. Bibi was informed about Jatha's arrival. She was overcome by feelings of self-service. She talked to other ladies in her neighbourhood about her feelings and desire. However, the villagers of this village had been effectively terrified by the Turkish forces. As a result, nobody wanted to go with her.
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If someone doesn't want to, let them stop moving forward, Deep Kaur told herself. Because if someone has even the tiniest amount of love for the Guru in their heart, how could they stay behind? Deep Kaur travelled alone and waited for Sant-Sipahis, clinging to her desire for love and a glimpse of the Sikh Jatha. Suddenly, dust appeared in the distance. Her expression became more joyful. Her want to see Jatha became more intense. She then started to move along the road in the direction of the approaching dust storm. She soon understood that this was not Sant-Sipahis' Jatha. Instead, it was the group of sinister Turkish troops. She hastily stepped off the road and sat down next to a tree in an attempt to blend in after being startled. The commander of the Turkish contingent saw Deep Kaur as it approached. He completely lost all self-control when he saw the young beauty.
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He commandingly asked who she is. Fearlessly Deep Kaur replied it should not matter to him who she is. Commander's attraction grew more by seeing her boldness. She then said he is deputed to keep a watch on Sikhs as Shehansha ordered them. Since Sikh Jatha was heading that way he had to ascertain whether she is Sikh. Bibi Deep replied what will happen if she say she is a Sikh then he replied then they have to arrest her and take her to Lahore. After hearing this Bibi Deep Kaur won’t lie that she is a Sikh, fearlessly she announced that She is a Sikh by her fearlessness the commander was astonished but as a captive beauty, he was aroused beyond any self-control. He said he won’t arrest her and started praising her beauty. Bibi Deep Kaur's face got reddened with anger and said he should be ashamed of his behaviour.
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The commander came near her she warned him but he won’t listen. The commander, insane under arousal, disregarded her advice and hugged her instead. With lightning speed, Deep Kaur retreated. She had already taken hold of the little kirpan. He used the kirpan to strike the approaching commander in the stomach. A blood spring suddenly ruptured. He simply fell to the ground, crying out in anguish. By this time, Deshmesh's daughter had joined the conflict. She savagely struck the injured Commander once more as he lay on the ground, damning his evil soul to damnation. She moved quickly to seize hold of the commander's sword and was ready to defend herself before the Turkish soldiers could attack. The men moved forward, quivering with rage at their dying captain, and simultaneously attacked her.
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Despite being outnumbered, Deshmesh's daughter wasn't afraid. She resisted the challenge like a lioness. Two soldiers quickly fell to the ground as a result of her manly use of the sword, and numerous more suffered critical injuries. Deep Kaur also suffered serious injuries to her face and neck. She maintained her spirit and carried on fighting like a man even though her wounds were bleeding heavily. Today, a woman confronted Turkish forces. The sound of horses could be heard once more far down the road. The Sant-Sipahi's Jatha was nearing this point. The Turkish troops rushed for their lives as soon as they saw the Sikh Jatha, mounting their horses out of fear. The Commander's and five of his companions' bodies were still there lying cold on the ground.
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When she saw the coming Sikh brothers, Deep Kaur was overjoyed. She hurriedly attempted to go towards the road but was unable to. She was unable to move because she had lost so much blood. She simply collapsed on the ground senseless. When Sikh Jatha arrived, she saw 6 dead Turkish soldiers and an unconscious Deep Kaur. It didn't take them long to realise what was going on. They made a bed for Dashmesh's kid right away, treated her injuries, and gave her some medication to help her wake up. After that, the Jatha carried her as they travelled to Anandpur Sahib to take part in the father of Dashmesh's Dharam Yudh. Our Dashmesh father Guru Gobind Singh Ji was waiting for this Jatha outside his court, fully aware of the scenario. Seeing them arrive he joyfully advanced to receive them and asked where is my daughter.
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Members of Jatha were perplexed. Since there were many Sikh women at the Jatha, they were unable to understand the meaning of the question. Whose address did Guru Sahib honour with his daughter's? They were unable to comprehend. While all was going on, Guru Sahib walked swiftly in the direction of the palki (palanquin) transporting the hurt Deep Kaur. "This is my daughter, Deep Kaur," he said as he raised the palki curtain and gave her a bear hug and forehead kiss. My Panth will continue to be in Chardi Kala as a result of such a daughter.
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