Sat Sri Akal/Assalamualaikum/Hello everyone! I came upon this forum yesterday and though that it would be the perfect place to ask for advice. I'll try to keep the story as short as possible and would like to thank everyone that takes the time to read the entire thing. I am a 22 year old Muslim girl, born and raised in Canada. In elementary school I met a Sikh boy in one of my classes. We didn't talk a whole lot but knew that the other one existed. High school comes, we see each other every now and then but nothing much. Senior year of high school, during the second (last semester), he's in my English class. Teacher gives us a seating plan and we end up sitting next to each other for the entire 5 months. By the end of it, I was COMPLETELY open to him, and him to me. I could not believe that I had known him for all these years and never got to know the real him. At this point it was more infatuation than anything else, but we exchanged info to stay in touch over the summer. Surprisingly, I didn't hear anything from him. He didn't hear anything from me (he recently told me that he was waiting for me to message him; I was waiting for him to message me! lol). We attend the same community college. We don't see each other at all during the first semester but do have 2 classes together in the second. We picked up exactly where we left off- joking, having fun and getting to know each other. We both had practically the same outlook on life, same sense of humor and similar career goals. I always found myself making excuses to go and meet him- telling my parents that I was going to the movies with my girl friends (they knew about us and always covered), studying for a test, getting extra help after a lecture etc... This happened so much so that my 2 older brothers and younger sister started suspecting that something was going on. Thankfully, they never found out. Since we were majoring in the same thing, we made sure to always have a class or two together, and did for each semester during 2nd, 3rd and 4th year of undergrad. As time went on, my feelings for him evolved from infatuation to heartfelt love and respect and appreciation. What really impressed me was his kindness, his compassion and his humility. His wisecracked jokes and beautiful smile made my heart melt at the beginning, but what made me "fall in love" with him and what made me be sure that this is the man that I want to spend the rest of my life with was when I realized that he was the person I would go to with all my problems; doesn't matter how big or small, even if I was just having a lousy day, he ALWAYS cheered me up and put a smile on my face, he listened to me and genuinely cared about me, and at the end of the day, I knew that I would never be unhappy so long as I was with him. He officially asked me out 2 years ago and it has been all the more wonderful since, particularly because I knew that he felt the same way about me. Our relationship had been wonderful, and we never looked back. He is my first and only love. My parents are kind and never oppressed me so I met lots of boys throughout my school years. I got to know lots of them on a deep personal level and am friends with quite a few of them still but never did ANY one of them even come close to my boyfriend. He is the complete package, everything that I could ever want in a man and we connected so strongly that it takes my breath away whenever I think about it. I am sorry for making that so long but I wanted people to know that this isn't just some 2-week teenage romance or this isn't just me falling for the first guy that shows me any attention. It's been over 4 years since that fateful second semester of our senior year of high school and I had feelings for him ever since. We've had a mature, responsible relationship for the past 2 years and loved it. The problem is, as you all guessed, that I am a Muslimah and he is a Sikh. I will be dead honest- neither one of us is 100% practicing. He is not baptised and keeps his hair cut. I used to wear hijab all the time but in grade 10 convinced my parents to not make me wear it, now I only wear it when I go to Masjid. We are both spiritual and believe very strongly in God, just not in useless rituals. 2 years ago, at the beginning of our formal dating, I had him look into Islam. He spent over 6 months studying it but did not convert. The only thing that is a bit of a nuisance to me is that he does not like my religion, although he is tolerant of it and doesn't mind me practicing (he even celebrated Eid, but went to Masjid with a Muslim boy, not me, since our parents don't know). I've looked into Sikhism and think that it is a beautiful religion, I especially love how open and accepting it is. I know you all are wondering about what we would do with any future children, we've discussed it and the answer is that they would be raised around both religions and have nothing forced on them. I will stay Muslim and he a Sikh. I have absolutely no qualms in going to the Gurdwara every weekend with him and any future kids. I have already been to one in the city with him (not the one he attends with his family) and loved every second of the experience. We both want to get married but know that our parents would never accept. My parents have pretty much given me the message of "marry anyone you want, but he HAS to be a Muslim". His parents, on the other hand, have said "we don't care who you marry, as long as she ISN'T a Muslim". Apparently they still bear a lot of resentment for the Sikh-Muslim wars that have taken place in India. We both brought the issue up with our respective parents in a jokingly manner. I said "mom, dad, what would you do if I DID end up marrying a non-Muslim?". My dad flipped and said that I wouldn't be welcome in his life anymore. When he asked his parents what they would do if their daughter in law was a Muslim, his mom apparently went ballistic and said that she "wouldn't touch the grand kids". I can't tell you how much that hurt me. Well that's it. Again, sorry for making it so long but I wanted people to have a good idea of what was going on. The whole reason that I posted this on here is because the plan is that we will meet each others' parents this weekend. It will happen in a public place and not at the same time, which means that probably, first he'll meet mine and then later the same day or the next, he'll introduce me to his (Tim Hortons or Starbucks type venues). I know that this is a Sikh forum so don't expect advice on how to deal with my parents (although if you do have advice, I'd LOVE to hear it!). What I'm more concerned with though is getting advice on what to do when I meet his parents. I don't want them to judge me based on my religion, but rather what type of person I am. Is there any way that Sikh parents would accept a Muslim daughter in law? What can I do to win them over? Please help!