My BF's Sikh. I'm a Christian myself. And neither of us even care or making a big deal out of this. In fact we never really even talked about religion.

Haha um nah it's aight. I'm not religious anyways and i don't think LJ's very religious either.

Well you love then you love someone regardless of anything
My gf was jatti and we did talk about religion and there were no issues . We have to accept each and every aspect of other religion and thats how the relationship works out

Sab to pehla punjabi bai d story parhi life vich bda hi hard time bitaya ehna ne sachi bohut hi hard bt chlo eh rab de rang ne sanu nai pta par bai is to tuhanu ik bohut hi kimti chiz mili e oh hai sacha sucha pyar jo hmesha tuhade dil vich rhega jehra kise paun ya khon dia bandisha to preh a shayad tuc eh mehsoos kita hona nd tuhada rishtya prati nazaria v badal gya hona baki tuhade parents ne v tuhadi feeling samjhi rab d mehar a k is tra de mape mile nd tuhada decision v sai c tuc sacrifice kita ik rishte de badle kai rishte shadne zindagi ch bohut vda nuksan e .
Baki eh dekh k bohut khushi hoi k mai ine samajhdar sathia nu milya ur really gr8 buddies.

At the tender age of 25, as far as my parents were concerned, the unthinkable happened. However, for me there was never anything “unthinkable” about it. Indeed, I had fallen in love. You might think what’s so bad about that? I would agree with you, there is nothing bad about it at all. 

I had fallen in love with the most beautiful and perfect girl, she was a vision sent from heaven. When I first set eyes on her I knew that I was hooked, I knew if I was to speak to her or make an approach I would be talking complete gibberish, which is a language spoken by all who are in love, well, to begin with at least; you know the way you do when your heart overrules your head.  Like when you for no good reason, other than a reason only known to God himself, put yourself under pressure.

Well, I didn’t have the courage to speak to her at that moment in time but I tell you this I lost sleep for days. I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Eventually, to cut a long story short, I plucked up enough courage and decided that I just had to make contact. So that is what I did. My legs were turning to jelly as I walked across the client’s office where she was working as a legal secretary, my eyes must have spoke volumes because she could read me like a badly written book, but hey I am glad she did. She smiled. I knew it was going to be fine.

We dated for some time, nearly two years and we even thought of a wedding. But who were we kidding; I a Sikh, she a Muslim. Her family were from Lahore and mine from near Jallandhar. She had not had the courage to tell her family and, to be honest, neither had I. I knew what my mother would say; she would not have entertained the idea at all. But I was absolutely surprised that my father, a hard ex military man, actually said “jeh tehnu theek lagda phir dekhla” I was shocked.

What I was more shocked by was that her parents threatened to disown her; they threatened her with completely cutting her off from her family. It came to me at that point that both of us were simply not strong enough to carry the relationship through to the marriage stage.

With a broken heart each we stepped away from one another. I still remember the day she got onto the train at London’s Kings Cross train station and rode away out of my life. Sure it hurt, it hurt a lot. After nearly 3 years sometimes it still does.  But at the end of the day when the sun sets you know that tomorrow is another day and life has to go on. The sun does rise again. I am now 29 and I guess ready to have my faith restored. I’ve met so many nice girls and had a lot of fun since but never the right one. But I also believe that each day is nearer to the right day.

She is now married to a Muslim guy who came over from Pakistan; I think he is a cousin of hers. I still sometimes speak to her when she rings me; I have never rang her as I feel that she should now get on with her life. I am just a secret friend now, just someone she can talk to when she needs to; someone she can pour her heart out to. She knows that one day I will find someone new but until then I will walk green pastures by and by. Interestingly enough, I have never been interested in having an affair with her. I could easily have done so. The truth is I could never have been able to share her with another man. I’d rather give her up altogether.

But, I ask you; what would you have done?

I wish k ah castism nd all that sb kuj khatam ho jaave :sad: