The True Story of a Sikh Girl

This poem below can be found at http://www.singh.co.uk portrays the lifestyle and thoughts of an impressionable young Sikh girl who has be deceived by the false charm of a Muslim boy. The following text is written as seen through her eyes. http://www.whyichosesikhism.com

Regrets.... I Have Many

Life in leafy Edgbaston was cosy, routine and without much bother,

Mummy and daddy where professional middle class, I was at college study for my A levels, I was shy and obedient but I wasn't content, I longed for excitement, I wanted to live the world, I wanted to be as bold as brass and that was my intent. At college one day, a lad approached me, as he towards me,

I could see from afar around his neck, he wore the moon and stars around his neck. He was very persistent and sweet, Told me I was beautiful from my head down to my feet. In my innocence by this tender words I was fooled, This Muslim boy loved me. And the love for my own family cooled.

My stupidity lead me to follow western trends, I allowed him to become my boyfriend, He had me under his hypnotic spell, What I was going to do next nobody could tell, I moved from Edgbaston to Sparkbrook. I longed to be with my one and only Farooq. My life was to change completely, Long gone where the afternoon tea parties with the ladies, Long gone where my Mummy's BMW and Daddy's Mercedes,

I was soon getting on and off buses and trams, As I struggled with a variety of prams, I was his sweetheart no more, Instead I had become his common whore. From Edgbaston to Sparkbrook and then to living hell That is Pakistan,

A distant memory now, but please believe me, I had once stood shoulder to shoulder with my dear dad and demanded khalistan. Oh God What have I done?

What has happened to me? What have I become? As I lay awake at night There is nobody to even hear me cry, My thoughts are unanswered, questions are my only escape, Somebody, anybody! Please tell me?

Will I ever stand in the warmth of my kitchen again? Will I ever feel the hug of dear Daddy's strong arms? Will my brothers ever fight and play and argue with me again? Will I be there when my Mummy and Daddy grow old? When my brother gets married will I be there to put the kalgi on his pagh? Will I ever again experience the sweet nectar that is Gurbani? Will I ever share langar again? Now there are no answers, only questions.

I have sown the seed of my own despair, My life is in ruins, which nobody can repair, My innocence, foolishness, kismet on me all have cheated, I desperately want my previous boring life, But I fear I am living in false hope, In my heart of hearts I know that can never be repeated. As I write these word in the unforgiving Pakistani heat, Streams of sweat and tears run down my face, I realise for me it is now too late, Life has dealt me a cruel fate, My living hell on my own I have to endure, But I plead with my Sikh sisters that you make sure Don't be fooled by his looks and false allure.

Stay in the warmth of Sikh religion, Maintain your family values, Enjoy its rich culture, but unlike me don't abuse its social freedom, Ignore my advice at your peril, But I beg you to take, a good long hard look at me, A pitiful shambles I'm sure you will agree, Happiness or even hope, I haven't any,

But regrets.............

I have many

This is another poem which was written 2me by a friend.......

MANY OF OUR GIRLS ARE FORGETTING WE ARE SIKH FOR A REASON..THEY DISGUSTINGLY WASTE THEIR LIFE ON TRYING TO BE SOMETHING THEIR NOT..OUR GURU HAS ORIGINALY GUIDED US THE MOST NATRUAL AND STRAIGHT FOWARD WAY AS POSSIBLE..STILL OUR GIRLS BECOME BLIND! TO ALL MA GIRLS WHO MIGHT READ THIS...

YOUR A DAUGHTER OF A SINGH UV BEEN GIVEN THE NAME KAUR! U DON'T NEED TO DRESS SXC AND LOOK LIKE A WHORE! WHO U TRYIN TO IMPRESS? URSELF? MUNDEH? WHOM? LOOK AT URSELF CLOSLY, UR A NATURAL RANI FROM UR MOTHERS WOMB, U DON'T NEED TO DRESS SXC N SHOW FLESH TO IMPRESS! COZ U'LL ONLY END UP GETTIN UR LIFE IN A MESS..DNT GET ME WRONG..U HAVE A RIGHT TO LOOK NICE, BE SMART AND ENJOY UR LIFE, BUT DNT FORGET UR RELIGION AND DNT GIVE UP ON FAITH! ONLY UR NATRUAL ROOP AND THE NAME OF WAHE GURU WILL KEEP U WARM AND SAFE, SO LIVE LIFE TO THE FULL MY SISTERS! HAVE FUN N SMILE EVERYDAY, BUT BEGIN THE DAY WID THE ONE AND ONLY GODS NAME, ENJOY THE PRESENCE OF UR PARENTS WHO MAY LEAVE UR SIDE ONE DAY, REMEMBER UR SIKHI HISTORY...OUR SIKH GIRLS GAVE UP SO MUCH FOR US, DNT WASTE THE THOUGHT JUST COZ IT DIDN'T COME UPON US! U HAVE SO MUCH MORE THAN JUST SHOWIN OFF FOR BOYS.. UL HAVE A RIGHT TO CHOOSE IF U DNT PLAY WID UR LIFE LIKE TOYS... I REALLY HOPE U UNDERSTAND ME, IM A SIKH GIRL TOO, IM AGAINST FORCED MARRIGES, ARRANGED MARRIGES AND PEOPLE WHO GOSSIP! BUT THAT DOESNT MEAN I CAN FORGET WHO I AM AND SPOIL MYSELF JUS COZ I HAVE OPINIONS..IM STILL A SIKH, ALWAYS WILL BE...WAS BORN A SIKH, WILL LIVE A SIKH, WILL DIE A SIKH! WILL FOLLOW THE TRUTH, WILL CARE N RESPECT EVERYONE, WILL KILL WHO EVER TRIES TO CHANGE ME AND NOT RESPECT ME FOR WHO I AM!

I AM BEAUTIFUL, COZ I'M A SIKH, I AM NATURAL, COZ I'M A SIKH, I AM STRONG, COZ I'M A SIKH, I HAVE A TRUE IDENTITY COZ I'M A SIKH, I AM WOT I AM....COZ I'M A SIKH! FOREVER LIVE KHALSA! WAHE GURU JI KA KHALSA, WAHE GURU JI KI FATEH

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TRUE STORY - PLEASE READ, UNDERSTAND, LEARN AND TEACH! 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 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 a lot so I assumed it be ok). We left the club at the end, it was about 4 o' clock, and 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 two year's(all through college) 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 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 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 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. 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 and Hindu) 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 heard 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 From 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 program.

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 program 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 scarred 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 in 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 of our girls ever again. I hope Guru Ji helps us. I hope you at least help yourself and your own family. 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 EDUCATE OUR BROTHERS AND SISTERS ON OUR BEAUTIFUL HISTORY, LEARN ABOUT YOUR RELIGON SO THIS WILL NOT HAPPEN TO OUR FELLOW BROTHERS AND SISTERS AGAIN." PLEASE SEND THIS TO AS MANY SIKH BOYS AND GIRLS AS POSSIBLE!!!

Eternal Regret

I am writing this because I do not want anyone to make the same mistake I did and leave Sikhi for a man, especially a Muslim. This will make sense, if you read on.

I was brought up in a Sikh family and I covered my head most of the time because my parents had told me that this is what I should do. In high school, none of the Punjabi girls wanted to hang out with me because I wore a 'patka'. As the years went by, altough my friends were Sikh, they felt the urge to rebel against their various restrictions and all starting seeing boys in their early teens. I again felt left out because I had no boyfriend. My friends used to invite me to their houses and even some parties, which were known as 'sessions' because everyone just got drunk. My father was amritdhari, so I knew it was wrong to drink, so I'd go with my friends to these parties but not actually do anything..

It was at one of these parties I met a guy, Sheraz who was 19, whilst I was 14. The weekly session was at his house and his brother went to my school. Everyone was drunk so I walked into the garden. I was followed out by Sheraz. We started talking and just managed to hit it off...It was so weird. I never thought I was the kind of person that could talk to guy. I didn't have a mobile then, so sheraz couldn't contact me. One day he just turned up after school and again we talked and shared the same interests. We could joke about and basically 'chill out' it was really cool, or so I thought...

Sheraz's visits became more frequent and my friends started telling me he liked me. I thought they were all joking because Sheraz was at Uni and I was only a high school kid. But on valentines day, he told me he really liked me. I was so shocked. All my friends were jealous that my 1st boyfriend was a uni guy. They all told me how lucky I was, and I really felt I was lucky. I thought I had found the man of my dreams, he was loving caring, romantic, but there was 1 problem he wasn't sikh. Me and Sheraz started dating for 3 years! By then, I was absolutely in love and I didnt care about sikhi. I used to wear a patka only at home and when I left my house I would take it off. I didnt care about Sikhi because, I knew I had found my partner. I knew I had the man that I wanted to marry.

After high school ended, Sheraz wanted to take on a surprise holiday. My friends told me that he planned to propose to me in Venice so I was lied to my parents about going away. When the day came, I was so excited. I told my parents this was a school trip and arranged to meet Sheraz outside school on the day on a genuine school trip. We took a cab to the airport and started checking in for our flight. I was really excited. When we got to Italy, Sheraz told me he had a surprise for me and told me we had a connecting flight to catch...as you can probably guess this was to Pakistan (Sheraz somehow got me a Visa through some of his Muslim buddies). I didnt mind, because I was happy to be with him. When we arrived at Pakistan we were booked to stay in a hotel. Everybody treated us really nice and I was soo excited. I was only 16, and this was my first holiday away, in a different country with my boyfriend. It did not even occur to me that we needed separate beds. When I realised what the sleeping arrangements were, I didn't mind because I loved Sheraz, and I felt ready. That night I told him I wanted to stay with him forever. Sheraz, said, if that's what I wanted he would arrange that.

Sheraz told me he loved me and hated other guys looking at me. He told me he wanted me to wear a hijaab (Muslim headscarf). It was sort of like the patka except a little more concealing, so I didn't have a problem with it, plus I thought it would make him happy, so I started wearing it. We lived in Pakistan for a month or two as husband and wife. One day sheraz told me we would have to return because of visa requirements. I had been feeling a bit sick so I went along with what he said and we both flew back to England. The day we got back Sheraz dropped me at the hotel and told me he would be back. I waited, and waited, and waited and waited but he never did come back and I discovered the reason I was sick was because I was pregnant.

I didn't know who to turn to because I hadn't spoken to my family for months. The only place I could go was the government. They put me in social care because I was still a minor and the NHS paid for me to have an abortion. 8 years have passed and there is not one day that I don't think of my parents or what I have lost. Although I call them, I feel too ashamed to see them yet. I have started covering my hair again and have started to realize so much about Sikhism that I never knew before. I feel so horrible that I was blinded by my ignorance into accepting Islam, but one day I hope to take amrit. Once I give my head to my guru I will feel that my sins are washed away and then I will be able to face my parents and the world with confidence once again.

AS WRITTEN BY GURDEEP SINGH GILL -

There are two types of muslim boys; FUNDAMENTAL MUSLIM - these usually belong to particular groups. They do not care for the individuals, they look at who she is. They target sikh,hindu,christian and jewish girls. Romancing, flattery, games, etc, to get these in girls in their circle, leading towards conversion. Shocking as it may seem these boys truely believe if they convert a non-muslim into Islam, then they will be Mukt. (Liberated) NON-RELIGIOUS MUSLIMS - they care little about religion, for them it is a social thing. If they go out with pakistani girls and get them pregnent, their community forces them to get married. They do not want to get married, but just go with girls. So they INTENTIONALLY pick sikh/hindu/white girls, because they can do what they want, there is no comeback. If the girls get pregnent, their community does not care, these are just cheap girls for their boys to use as they grow up. They are not pakistani muslim girls, who are pure. hence the pakistani community a major superiority complex over the others. PUNJABI GIRLS - Notice i call them punjabi, because they have little knowledge on Sikhi, and no practice. The pattern I have found in the girls is what i call the "Bollywood Concept". These girls wholeheartedly believe love will conquer all. As in films, there is a social divide, their parents are against it, their community is against, but no matter love will always win. However these poor girls get a reality check, when the boy`s sisters, mother and other family do not want this "cheap" girl" in their family. Or the boy has had his fun and wants to move on to the next girl, or get maried to a respectable girl. Love suddenly disappears, and she is left humilliated in front of her friends, family and community FOR LIFE, because people do not forget. I am not racist. I know punjabi boys are not that good or perfect... no one is perfect.. but at least they don't create harm... they might just leave...but at least they don't let it reach your parents and embaress you for your whole life... at least they have that much sense.... But we as a community have got to look at how muslims percieve us. They do target punjabi girls, because they are considered easy. Many years ago, A hindu brahmin journalist wrote in a national newspaper, "The Daily Telegraph" that sikh girls are the most uninhibited, ie.(cheap), in the asian community. Fundamental muslims do target sikh girls, they are desparate for a dastaar wale girl just to humiliate sikhs. How are we as a community reacting. Why do we accept this? Why are our girls so niave that they think everything is so innocent. Why do they play games? the muslim community here, doesnt has a major problem of pakistani girls running away with non-muslims, due to seeing the hypocrisy and attitudes of muslims boys. However the are trying to tackle the situation, hence have a £5million pound grant for a school for muslim girls. We as sikhs look at Sarbat da bhalla (consideration for all mankind). But we also have realise not everyone else is like that. We as a community cannot tolerate our community to be precieved in this way. We are not cheap or asian trash. The sikh community should be the most moral, upstanding, hardworking, civilised and sophisticated society as created by our Guru`s. THAT IS OUR STANDARD. A benti to everyone, have some self-respect! Especially to all the Bibian, do not let girls who are your friends behave like this. Say something. Educate them. It is not innocently going to the cinema with some boys, who happen to be muslims. The deeper they go the more they get burned. I know alot of people may not like what is written here, or will disagree with it. Some people may say there is not a problem. If you go to any college, uni, etc, you will see there is a problem. DO YOUR COMMUNITY A FAVOUR, DO NOT ACCEPT IT!!!!!