On August 5th a tragic shooting occurred in Wisconsin, US. For those of you who don’t live in the US, a Sikh temple was attacked and 6 Sikhs were shot and killed. It reminded me again of how fragile our world is. In what probably felt like an eternity for the victims, but in actuality just few minutes, lives were taken. Lives of loved ones. Lives.
The Sikhs as a community are one of the most loyal and jovial people I’ve ever come across. I’ve known many Sikhs in my life and every interaction with any one of them has left me smiling. I still remember the first Sikh I ever really interacted with. She was a girl in my 5th grade class in southern California. I was amazed with her thick hair that flowed down past her waist. At the time I had no clue of how to deal with hair even longer than my shoulders. Heh, I still remember asking her how in the world she managed it. The answer – pretty much she just could and thought of no reason why I couldn’t do the same.
Sikhism, the religion of Sikhs and the temple that was attacked has it’s origin in 15th century Punjab (now the state of Punjab in India and Pakistan). As most religions, you can find people practicing Sikhism all over the world. However, India still has the largest population of Sikhs followed by UK, Canada and the United States.