AI Sketch of my Dad S Vasdev Singh
Being a Sikh, I was always taught by my parents and elders to remember Waheguru in joy, in distress, and in every moment of life. It is our way of accepting His will and staying in gratitude.
As a child, my mother would often tell me about my father. Whenever he fell ill or had a high fever, he would automatically begin reciting, “Waheguru, Waheguru, Waheguru.”
She would gently say, “The way he is taking Waheguru’s name, I can tell his fever is high.”
In those days, we would smile at this… almost take it lightly.
But life has its own way of bringing understanding.
Recently, during our cruise to Hawaii, I was troubled by severe eczema triggered by an allergy. One night, in the middle of sleep, I found myself repeatedly uttering, “Waheguru, Waheguru…” aloud.
Harvinder woke up and asked, “What happened? Why are you saying Waheguru in the middle of the night?”
I did not have an answer at that moment.
But in the morning, I understood.
I was unwell… and somewhere deep within, my soul had responded the same way my father’s used to.
That day, I truly felt what he must have felt.
What once seemed like a habit… revealed itself as a connection, a natural turning toward the Divine in times of need.
Waheguru… becomes not just a word,
but an inner thermometer of the soul.
