True story from a sikh sister - plz read


~~brOwn sUg@~~
True story written by a sikh sister....please pass on.

”First of all before I start telling you what happened with me, I would like to thank my paa ji who showed me how my sorrow could be someone else’s relief. Thank you paa ji.

My story started when I was 16 years old living in Handsworth, we had just finished our last GCSE exams. To celebrate, we all decided to go to a "bhangra gig" during the day, as we knew we would not have been allowed to go in the night. There were 4 of us, best of friends, we decided to go, although we knew we would get into trouble if are parents found out, but we thought that we "only live once" and as it was a special occasion, and so we went.

This was the first time any one of us had done something like this, it was an experience. When we got there we could not believe how many people our age were there from all over Birmingham, all Asian!

I was shocked more than my friends, there were people drunk, boys/girls smoking, this was the new generation of Asians enjoying the western world freedoms. I remember saying to my friends, "We need to stick together, no matter what happens", and we honestly did not know what was going to happen once we were inside.

Once we got in, they were playing some old bhangra tune? The whole place was packed with "apnaay". Everyone was just so chilled out, it was unbelievable. We got to a side of the club, and just stood
There staring at every one dancing, flirting and of course fighting. About an hour later, we were approached by this really nice looking guy, came over to my mate and started chatting, we then noticed the "Kara" on his arm so we assumed it was ok to chat to him, his name was "Mick". We were then introduced to his mates, all of them were really smart and good looking. And we were enjoying this mingling with boys for the first time, we felt both scared and excited, because we had never done this before. They brought us drinks, and encouraged us to have some alcohol something we all strongly at that time refused, but once we paired up and went our separate ways everything changed (I never saw my friends again until a couple hours later, dancing with some strangers, and they were not themselves. I could not believe it, they were drunk! We justified dancing the way we were as we always danced at wedding parties.).

I went over to them to see what had happened; they totally ignored me and encouraged me to drink which I then did. My dad would drink alot so I assumed it be ok). We left the club at the end, it was about 4 o' clock, I remember thinking how the hell are we going to get home? We were giggling, and we were late and drunk. I knew my gran would, phone my mum at work if I did not get home in the next 20mins, (I was normally home about 3:50pm, and it was already ten past four, I was in the middle of Birmingham City centre, 40mins away from home by bus!! I was so scared, I knew I was going to get into serious trouble once I got home, and I smelt strongly of smoke and alcohol. My dad was going to kill me. We did not know what to do? Then the guys, who we were dancing in the club, came over and asked us if we were alright? Or if we needed anything?, i.e. a lift home, because we were so desperate, we said yes.

They dropped us home, we exchanged numbers and they went. I got slapped that day, my dad went absolutely mad, because I had lied, went to a club, danced with boys and got drunk! The whole family was really upset. I remember thinking I will never do anything like this again. My friends got the same treatment. It was not until a couple of weeks later, that some one kept ringing my house number, anonymous caller, and my gran, bless her, would go over to answer the phone, but no reply.

Then one day, as my gran was cooking my roti, the phone rang and I answered, it was that guy from the club. I didn't know what to do. I was scared and yet anxious to what might happen. He wanted us to meet up again; he wanted to know how we were? This was going to be my first relationship.

I got to know "Abs" over the next couple of months, we would arrange, the best times for him to call me, it was exciting, no one knew about him, I felt needed and loved. He was 18 at the time, and I had just turned 16. He drove a really nice car and worked for his uncle, in I.T. It got to a stage were we would meet up in the middle of the night, I would sneak out of my house, he would pick me up at the bottom of my street, and we would go everywhere together I was loving every minute of it and every time we would not see each other, I felt like dying I was truly in love with him. I did notice that he was not Punjabi, he dressed different to normal Punjabi boys that age, and he didn't drink and smoke. He knew a lot of Muslims, but I decide to ignore that fact, as I was having the time of my life. I had a funny feeling he was Muslim, but he wore a Kara? And I never had the courage to ask him, because I didn’t want to ruin anything between us.

But finally that day came when he revealed that he must go to the mosque, I was taken back, I didn’t know how to respond, my boyfriend was a Muslim, and I loved him too much to let him go. I asked him about his name, his nickname was Abs. he had told me his name was Harbinder, but in fact his name was Yasseen. This was a distressing situation, he had lied to me and led me on to believe he was Sikh, but was in fact a Muslim. I confronted him, I asked him, you knew I was a Sikh, then why did you get into this relationship with me? He answered my question with a question, does it matter? And I remember replying "No" after a few minutes, I thought to myself he's not your typical Muslim, and he has treated me with respect. It was a hard time, I felt like breaking up with him, he was a Muslim, it wouldn't work? But I could not help it, he loved me, I loved him, and I kept reminding myself, he was different, and all those good times we had during the start of our relationship.

So we decided to give it a shot, (what fool I was), we would spend a lot of time together, he got me job at his uncle’s firm, they all treated me with respect although I was a Sikh, and all of them were Muslim, they were so nice to me. I felt wanted and at home with me boyfriends family. We saw each other for over 2 year's (all through collage) and then came the time for me to leave my home and go to university, I went out of town a good few hours away, I wanted to live as far as away from my family as possible, as they were the obstacle, in my life from him. I had stopped wearing my Kara and my gold khanda necklace. I also stopped going to the Gurdwara, because I did not want to offend him, and I would use that time instead to be with him. I loved him and would do anything for him, anything.

At university. Things got a bit serious, I lived in halls first, but everyone would look at me and call me names to my face and behind my back, they even trashed my flat twice!! All because I was going out with a Muslim, I would try to explain to them, he was different and he loved me, they would not have any of it, I felt so bad, he had to go through a lot because of me. This was a really bad experience for me, and I felt vulnerable and weak. Things started to change a lot during the first few weeks at my university. I quit uni, and moved into a flat with him, he got me another job, and again his cousin helped us financially. I never told my parents that I had done this, they would phone me, I would say everything was going excellent, and I would lie to them.

During this time, I started to stop going home, I would say that I had too much uni work to do, and so I couldn�t come home. Then, I stopped answering my phone from my family and friends, because I knew all they would say is to stop seeing him, and come home etc. so I changed my number, that's not the only thing I changed, a few months later I changed my name! We were happy together, we were in love, and we were made for each other!!

A few months later I even changed my faith, I became a Muslim, I was happy then to finally be apart of something that was so great, everyone loved me, and I was finally at home and peace. Islam then offered everything to me, it made sense and was the truth, Sikhism had to many flaws in it, or that is what I was told, and I believed everything he said, it all made sense, Sikhism was a man-made religion, it believed in caste (we had Gurdwara made on caste) we would make our women dance half naked on bhangra video's, while Islam would teach us to cover the women because she is so precious, like an diamond. I was duped, I knew nothing about Sikhism, my parents never told me, and I never learnt anything at the Gurdwara, never understood what the Granthi's were saying. And as a result I believed everything he told me.

We then decided to get married, but he said we should go to Pakistan to do that, because his sisters were there, and they were all dying to meet me!

So I agreed, we went. The year was 1994, I was 19 years old. What I am about to tell you now, is the most disturbing part of my life; I have had to receive medical treatment from Doctor's on a regular basis for a long period, due to this. I would like to say something before I continue, what I am about to tell you, is no exaggeration in any way, this is exactly how it happened, and the metropolitan police are well aware of it. Whilst I was on the flight over to Pakistan, I was so excited, I was finally going to get married to the love of my Life, I never thought about my family or friends, as I had everything I ever needed through him. And because I was taught to believe that they were the devil, they will take me to hell, and I did not want to go there.

When we reached Pakistan, there were a few people there to greet us, I had worn the hi-jab, as a sign of respect to my new in-laws and faith. They were so happy to see me. We were then herded into a 4x4, and then of we went to meet the rest of Yasseen's family. We were driving for a few hours, and I was absolutely worn out. We then stopped at what seemed to be a police station or the local sheriff's office, the luggage was taken out of the jeep, and these men came and took the luggage away, Yasseen came over and took my personal belongings, everything, my passport, money even my toothbrush, he said the police wanted to check our things, in case we were smuggling drugs, I remember laughing at first, but when I looked at his face, he was deadly serious, I gave him everything and then I was taken to a room, where I was told to wait.

They asked Yasseen questions. It seemed like ages, while I waited in that room, on my own. I was getting very worried for Yasseen. During this time, two more cars and a jeep had come to this police station. Finally, a middle aged man came over and started to ask me personal questions. I had trouble understanding what he was saying, he spoke so fast, in Urdu. I kept asking him to take me to Yasseen. He said "Yasseen has gone", those three words stopped my heart beating, I was alone in a remote village in Pakistan, with no belongings and locked up a room. I did not know what to think? What was happening? This was not supposed to happen? Where had Yasseen gone? I cried, and pleaded with the men there to take me to Lahore, they would simply laugh at me and beat me.

For a few days, I did not eat or sleep, I was disorientated, and I did not know what to do? I became ill, I was very weak, a doctor was called, he gave me some medicine, with which all I did was sleep. The next thing I remember was, when I woke up in a room, with a small barred window, and a small door. This door was locked from the outside, I started to scream, a >women came rushing over. I was relieved for a moment that women had come over to my aid, until she started to shout at me and curse me. I didn't know what was going on. I just sat there in that small, cold room, with blank mind. They would give some bread and water three times a day. I was allowed to go to the toilet only once a day. By now I had realized, I was not going home and Yasseen was not coming to my rescue. The building I stayed at was 3 storeys, and was very big. It must have had more than 30 rooms. It was the only building there, there was nothing anywhere around this building, just fields and 1 tarmac road. It was a brothel.

I was not a lone there were 3 other girls (Sikh) that were in the same situation as me. We were all kept on the top floor, we were all given one room each. The other girls had been there longer than me, we would get a chance to speak during the night. They told me of their stories and how they got here, they sounded familiar. It would be very cold during the night. They told me, on the 3rd day, what happens here. This where, the locals came to enjoy themselves. I was very frightened. This is where they would come to quench their desires. I remember how they treated us, they would treat us like animals, they would rape us, and then spit on our faces after they were done. It was a living nightmare, with no escape. I spent 15 months here, over that period of time, I have seen 36 more girls been brought here, I have seen 7 commit suicide, by jumping of the building and 20 odd taken away by rich businessmen who would use them in their own brothels. I saw and lived in HELL, I saw young girls being raped, I herd the screams of these girls and their frustration, that no one would help them. When I first saw the police approach the building, I thought that we had been saved, was I
proved wrong, they beat a girl to death right in front of us all, to show us who was in charge, and what would happen if we didn’t co-operate. If you think for a second, that what I am saying is lies, go
and approach the Scotland Yard, they have the full details of who the girls were and where they were from. I saw this with my own eyes, and no-one ever helped us.

A time came when me and another girl, got the opportunity to escape, we had been taken to a local tribesman�s house, a fight had broken out, in his house, in the confusion Guru ji gave us an opportunity to escape, we took a jeep, and set out on the roads, we didn�t know where we were going, we just went, where ever the road took us. We got close to a town Called Eminabad, here we informed the police of what had happened to us, they helped us, we were handed over to the British embassy and sent back to the UK.

Once back in the UK, the police tried to hand us back to our families, OUR OWN families had disowned us, my family told me to go away, that I had brought shame to the family name, I tried to apologise, and they would not accept it. I even tried to get help form the Gurdwara, they said they could not help us. We had to go back to the police, who then put us in a witness protection programme.

The year is 1996, I was then 21. We both were given a new chance to start a fresh, the police helped us a great deal. In the programme we were given a place to stay and they gave us new jobs, to rebuild our lives. I am now 29, married and a 3 year old girl. I re-initiated into Sikhism in 1998, me and my friend, we took Amrit and took an active role to combat what had happened to us and help others in the same situation.

There is not a single second that goes by, without me thinking about those poor girls locked up in Pakistan. I have been scared for life. But I must do everything I can to try to create awareness to help those girls that scream every night and go through that abuse. I am thankful to the Police who are trying to help those girls, but I think we as a community need to do much more. We must come out of hiding, and face the danger these girls now face. But what we find is a really negative attitude employed by all parties, the families, Gurdwara and the girls, to do anything about this. I know what happened to me and what is still happening to those that are in Pakistan. Accordingly to the latest figures, there are 300 girls there right now, facing constant abuse, who are getting drugged up everyday and then raped. One of them is your relative!! Just keep that I mind, your cousin who you have not seen for over 3 years, went to university and never came back! When you ask your uncle and auntie, where is your cousin who you nor your family have seen for so long, you get the reply, that she has brought a house there and she has found herself a good job, and so she is constantly busy.

I beg you please stop these lies, please help my sisters' in Pakistan, who no-one helps, their families are too scared, or they don't know where she is? We must put a stop to this, I saw what is happening there, believe me, I do not even wish this to happen my enemies, when you see a young girl being raped by savages, who beat her and then spit on her you remember God, believe me when all you can hear is her screams to stop and her cry for help all you can do is watch. Those girls need your help! I pray all the time to Guru, to please help, those girls, every time I get the chance. We must make sure not a single girl goes to that living Hell from today.

We must educate every one of our girls and boys about our religion. We must take it upon our selves to educate ourselves and our own families about Sikhism and the dangers it faces constantly. We must thrive to make sure this never happens to any girl, irrelevant of her religion ever again. I hope Guru Ji helps us. I hope you at least help your self and your own family. I would like to thank both the Pakistan and British police that are trying to combat this increasing trend, I hope all those that took those poor girls over to Pakistan, realise that God is within us all, and not just in the heavens, I wish they could just imagine for 1 single second, that one of those girls was their own sister! No one would ever want this to happen to anyone, believe me. We have altered the above account to safe guard our source. The name and locations have been changed and how our penji escaped has been changed dramatically for the simple reason not to jeopardise any other girls opportunity to escape.

Please note this is not racial incitement as it was MUSLIMS that finally got penji back into Britain. We would like to thank penji for giving us this account, we can only appreciate how hard it must have been to write this or what she went through! I would also like to say, please do not discriminate a whole race because of a small minority. This is against the principles Sikh.


The Ominous

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O man!!!! i need sum kinda text to voice koi das dena short vich ki hai eh story. mein bimar ho javan ga je eh padan beth gaya :an


~~brOwn sUg@~~
well its worth readin...n m sure ik waar padan lageya jeda puri padd k hee hatuga.......i always del long mails aa soch k kaun padega....buh dis one really needed attention........

The Ominous

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:( no words......but this all happen couz this is a real mean world. But we can avoid it frm repeatin itself. GOD bless alll those who sufferd....Rab kar ke kisi b kudi ne ehje din na dekhne pen. Mere dhusmana nu b nai.


~~brOwn sUg@~~
**The Ominous** said:
:( no words......but this all happen couz this is a real mean world. But we can avoid it frm repeatin itself. GOD bless alll those who sufferd....Rab kar ke kisi b kudi ne ehje din na dekhne pen. Mere dhusmana nu b nai.

c main keha c na u'l read da whole thing once u start reading it:wink :wink :wink :wink


~*~ NiMaNa ~*~
soh rabb di dil roo peya par ke.... ehni touching hai.... mera ta is wele maan karda eho je bandeya nu tarfa tarfa mara.... :saw ..... kisi di zindgi kharab karke kida zinde honge eho je log... baki aapne dharam ch pakke rehna chahida hai... ah parents di duty bandi hai ki aapne bacheya nu aapne dharam te culture bare dassan ... baki thnx vishu for this post... te ik gal main munde te kudiya nu v kehna chahuga ki kalli shakal na vekho bande da dil vekho... ajj kal ta dil kalle ne te surta peyariya aala kam hai... je relationship ch pena hai ta dil vekho bande da naki shakal ... te jeriya bahar kudiya rehndiya ne oh jada hoshiar rehan.... thnxx alot vishu for the post


Done Deal !
Vishi...first of all thank you so much for sharing, main pehla vi pari hoyi hai, par ajj ikk vaar fer pari. I respect all religions, and no religion should be considered evil b'cause of evil and ill-deeds minority does. Islam is a respectful religion, and if one lives their life by kuran, it can be a perfect life. BUT here is something i m gonna tell u, my own experience. England de vich muslim population bahut hai, they have a town called LUTON, othe ta muslims pakistan naalo vi jaada freely ghumde ne. Young guys born in UK, but have extreme fundamentalist islamic faiths, isolated in their own communities, very narrow-minded on that one thing, turn out to be Anti-Hindu and Anti-Sikh. As i myslef lived in UK fro 2 yrs, i have seen this town and trust me, its just as any other town in pakistan, u dont see any other race there. well i m not trying to say its the fault of town, but its these phonetics who are all crowded up there and come up with sick ideas. First advise i got when i went to england was "be aware of the pakis". I respect all religions and i was wat is this racism. But soon i felt what family and friends were making me aware of. Most of the cabbies all over UK are pakis, and wheneva i wud take a cab, they would wanna start conversations and ask personal questions, like if i was married, where i m from, if i have a b/f. It wud feel really uncomfy, and after like a month, us friends came up with muslim names fro ourselves coz obviously girls from their faith are their sisters, and they arent gonna harrasse them. And then my very best friend showed my some letters signed by some pakis where they have written statements confronting to ruin indian girls, be them sikh or hindu. If anyone else had shown me this i may not have believed, but this person believes in humanity above any religion. I will try to find copies of those. This is what i have experienced myself. And living in england, I have heard may cases like this. Its very dangerous out there. Again we cant blame the whole race, but there are people out there we need to be aware of.

God be with those who are in troble, and give them strength and ways to get out of this filth they were trapped in. A humble request to all the girls out there, please be careful, smart, intelligent, and extremely aware of wat u doing, the kind of things you are falling for, and the choices u are making. I have many Muslim friends who are extremely good souls, but then i have also met people who at some point have asked me, "If you happen to be really impressed by Islam, would you consider converting?". This was not what i was expecting out of their friendship, eventhough they may have asked this just out of curosity. And i stepped back, i thought i dont need these friends. Again, Not being a Hater, there are nice people out there too, But why shud we change our faiths that we were brought up with, faiths that make us the persons we are, there is no reason to do that, and no relationship can compel you to do that. So girls, be brave, bold and live your life with dignity, self-esteem and confidence.

(sorry for another long story)
I have a mixed reaction to the story. I think a lot depends on YOU.
I would not trust the story until someone proved it to me or, like Angel_Eyes, I saw it for myself.
I know that the feeling of being loved can be really overwhelming and drive people to take such extreme steps.
It is upto you to not isolate yourself from your family. Your family will always be your own. No one can ever replace it.
I also know how it feels to not know much about your own religion. I have experienced this myself. When you see other people who know their religion so much and follow it so deeply, you feel intimidated. The best you can do is go out and find out about your religion. You do not have to follow it deeply but you should know most of it. My religion(hinduism) is too vast to be known fully and my family is not so religious. So it is upto me to find out about it so that I can feel a strong connection with it.
I am glad that at the end of the story their was a disclaimer about racism :yes


Absolutely Shocking...

I have read this before... and infact i know that this is true.. INfact i have read and been told many true stories like this... Because few of my friends are in UK, they told me about this...

So yaar be careful.. i know love matters and DIL di gal badhi vadhi gal hundi aa.. but yaar Thoda Demaag naal vi sochna chahida...


full_taur said:
Absolutely Shocking...

I have read this before... and infact i know that this is true.. INfact i have read and been told many true stories like this... Because few of my friends are in UK, they told me about this...

So yaar be careful.. i know love matters and DIL di gal badhi vadhi gal hundi aa.. but yaar Thoda Demaag naal vi sochna chahida...

siane uyin na ni samjhaunde kudian nu.....par ajj kal di paneeri samjh ke raaji careful abt the frnds u move out with........koi reliogion mada ni na uhdi sikhia maadi hai usnu kis tareeke naal aapan sikhde haan te fofllow karde haan oh different hai.....


I 'm shocked, I have no words. I can't believe a guy pretended for so long only to get her to pak. I don't know what to say.
jatti_sydney said:
siane uyin na ni samjhaunde kudian nu.....par ajj kal di paneeri samjh ke raaji careful abt the frnds u move out with........koi reliogion mada ni na uhdi sikhia maadi hai usnu kis tareeke naal aapan sikhde haan te fofllow karde haan oh different hai.....

Well said:wah


Here are few things, I think are true..
  1. A person who loves you, must also respect your views/faith/sentiments, because love alone can't make a relationship successful.
  2. A person who wants or expects you to change yourself (dramatically), does not really like you the way you are, I atleast would want my life patner to appreciate me for what I truly am .
  3. If you are right, you need not avoid confrontation with your friends at least if not family, if you are right, prove it, why run from it.
  4. Don't assume anything in relationships, if you have any doubts clear it because marriage is a BIG decision!!!!!!!
  5. I don't approve of clubbing/drinking, but even if you do it, have a safe way to get home. Drinking impairs your thinking, and that's what I HATE about it. Drunk and accompanied by a stranger.. what can be more unsafe.
  6. The right decision is when your heart & your brain doesn't conflict each other.
  7. No doubt trust is very important in a relationship, but don't be blinded, don't cover up for your patner, question unusual things, behaviour, etc.
  8. If a person lies to you once, he can & will lie to you in future. Whenever in doubt, put yourself in other persons position & think if you could have done the same thing. Don't let anyone use & abuse you.
  9. Maintain your dignity, it's better to walk out of a relationship with your head high than being in something which is just not worth it. Know your worth & respect yourself.
This is strictly my personal opinion.