“Land of the Free”.. Story of an Undocumented American

In the weeks to come my life will be called into question…
No I am not on trial for murder; but worse the trial for my life.

In 2 weeks and 2 days to be exact my life will be served on a silver platter to be judged on a whim by an individual who knows me no better than he would know you.

I am going into my Immigration Interview…

Here’s my brief story: I was born in Morocco, and left at the age of 3 to America. My parents brought me in hopes to give their children the American Dream. Sadly, that is the biggest scam America has ever sold anyone. I went to school, ditched my native language, culture, behavior to be taught american customs. Graduating school in 2011 was one of the best and worst moments in my life. It was a time where my fellow peers and I were supposed to actually begin our lives.. with work and college and opportunities to travel and just experience life. Although I am happy many of my friends and acquaintances are on their way to their dreams, it has become a painful reminder of my time in limbo.

Fast forwarding October 2012 I married the love of my life, which was my boyfriend of 2 years. From there we finally began the filing process so I can have the official status of being the American I ALREADY am.

Here I am now 2 weeks away from the hardest test I can ever take. It will be difficult, because it is not based on the facts that is my life but on the interviewer’s assumptions on my life. If I say my favorite color is blue, it is up to them to see if it is true or not.

If they FEEL that any part of my life is a lie; I will be stripped away from the life I know, the friends I have, my husband, to a place where I have no family, to be all alone..

How is that fair?
Yes I understand that “Life’s not fair.

This brings me more turmoil that many can understand. It is as if I am a puppet in this world to be treated any such way with no regards to my feelings. It creates this inferiority complex within me that has altered my personality in more ways than one and I am in constant hiding so my loved ones can have an ease of mind.

Thus giving birth to one of the world’s best POKER FACES.  




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