He gathered an army of 30,000—cavalry, elephants, and matchlock men. Banda Singh had barely 8,000, mostly on foot, armed with spears and rusty swords.
Banda Singh felt the weight of the Guru’s kada (iron bracelet) slide onto his wrist. It was cold, but it burned. He was no longer a wandering holy man. He was the arm of the Guru’s wrath. chaar sahibzaade: rise of banda singh bahadur
The Mughal emperor, Farrukhsiyar, demanded one thing: “Convert to Islam. I will give you half of India.” He gathered an army of 30,000—cavalry, elephants, and
Banda Singh grabbed the boy’s arm. “Look at the Guru’s sword!” he roared, pointing to Pothi Mai strapped to his back. “It does not retreat. It cuts. It cuts until justice is served!” It was cold, but it burned
Lachhman Dev fell at his feet. “I sought moksha , Master. But I have seen what Wazir Khan did to your children. What use is liberation when tyranny dances on the graves of innocence?”