Silence
Guest blogged by a Kaur A note from the author: Thank you Gurlene Kaur for starting the conversation. ਚੁਪੈ ਚੁਪ ਨ ਹੋਵਈ ਜੇ ਲਾਇ ਰਹਾ ਲਿਵ ਤਾਰ ॥ By remaining silent, inner silence is not obtained, even by remaining lovingly absorbed deep within. 1 19...
Letters Home
Guest blogged by Preeti Kaur The following is an excerpt from Preeti Kaur’s poem “Letters Home,” in honor of those lost and injured in Oak Creek, WI. Read the full poem here, and sign the petition to push the FBI to track hate crimes against Sikhs. i travel the 5th udaasi i see no...
Zindabaad
Guest blogged by Preeti Kaur For Bhai Balwant Singh Rajoana For everyone who flies the kesri jhaanda today   ZINDABAAD TO THE KESRI FLAG WAVING ACROSS MY HEART ZINDABAAD TO MARCH 31, 2012 ZINDABAAD TO THE EYES ZINDABAAD TO THE LUNGS ZINDABAAD TO THE WRIST WHICH WEARS THE KARA TO REMAIN SHACKLED...
A taste of Inquilab via hip hop and poetry (part 1)
As Sundari blogged about a few days ago, we just had an exciting weekend of Sikh youth art and activism in the NY/NJ area. I was lucky enough to sit in on the Sikh Coalition’s “Inquilab: Raising Our Voices” hip hop workshop for a few hours on Saturday and then ride the bus to New Jersey...
Vaisakhi {a poem}
Guest blogged by Preeti Kaur. Preeti wrote this poem for The Langar Hall in commemoration of the 312th anniversary of the birth of the Khalsa this week. Vaisakhi ive never seen a wheat harvest never worried over winter punjab frost monsanto seed or otherwise grown into grain carried tender on the...
Moving The Movement…Lahir 2009
“Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has.” (Margaret Mead) Last Summer, a small group of thoughtful, committedSikh youth from the DC Metropolitan area came together to form “Lahir” (movement)...
When Lions Roar: The Kids Are Going To Be Alright
It is often said that a revolution begins not with the sword but with the pen. However, last Friday night in a packed banquet hall in the Toronto suburb of Malton, I witnessed a revolution begin with the microphone. At an event entitled “When Lions Roar”, fantastically organized by the Sikh...
Dont Feel Sorry For Me, I Am The Daughter Of A Shaheed
As the 25th anniversary of 1984 approaches us, TLH posts have covered some activities commemorating this devastating time in our history. My most vivid memories of “1984” are watching Indira Gandhis funeral on television and the border of photos inside my local Gurdwaras Langar Hall of...