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Caste and Culture Keep Love Apart

I have a masters degree in Management, I m 23 years old and married recently, I m from India but presently live in Saudi Arabi with my husband. I m a Muslim.

Mine is an arranged marriage.

Prior to marriage I was in love with one Hindu Guy. He was very nice; he loved me so much that he agreed to become a Muslim at the time of marrying me.

But our relationship was so pure, that we never touched each other, we never used to meet each other also. He was in the factory and I in the office in the same Multinational Engg. Firm. He used to come sometimes in the office for the office work. He was in love with me at his first sight when he came to the office after I joined, he didnít say me anything. On the contrary I never came to know that he has some feelings for me. I spoke office related work for me. When he was not able to hide his emotions, he took the help of our common friend, and she told me one day that S is interested in me.

I was very irritated and angry about this. But as time passed I also started having feelings for him. But this is true that we never had any sexual relationships, only twice he touched my hands after I said yes to him. Yes I accepted his proposal, as I thought that this is the person who can love me a lot. He matched with my dream boy.

After 15 days, a time came when he talked to my parents regarding our marriage- neither his nor my parents agreed. We both had a deep respect for our parents so we both decided by keeping a stone on our hearts that we will just be the colleagues and nothing more than that. After this break up I left the company as I got a very nice offer in other company.

Everything lost.

At present he is also married and I m also. We both r happy but can never forget each other as we both r each otherís first love. I respect him today also but donít know how is and contrary. But we pray to God to keep his hands on both of us and always help us in every means. As he is in India and I in Arabia but this is sure that on each day we remember each other whatever our distance may be. But now everything we have is for our partners. We can never cheat them. My husband is very nice, I love him very much and so as Sís wife is.

We can never forget each other.

MAY ALLAH'S LIGHT BRING SHINE TO THE WORLD AND MAY PEACE AND HAPPINESS REIGN. MAY THERE BE NO DIFFERENCES IN RELIGION, SO THAT PEOPLE LOVE EACH OTHER WITHOUT DECIDING OF WHICH CASTE THE PERSON BELONG TO?






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