Tuesday, May 08, 2007

The worst day

It was a Tuesday, three weeks ago today, when she received that dreaded letter. It was the letter that told her it all might be over.

She called her husband's lawyers. After reading him the letter he replied, "oh SHIT!" That wasn't exactly the response she wanted to hear. The meeting was rescheduled for the following Wednesday.

The night before she cooked his favorite meal. They sat and talked. They put their son to bed and cuddled on the sofa for over an hour. She couldn't help but think this was their last night together. She had to wake up at 1am for work so there wasn't much time to enjoy.

She woke up and put in her 8 hour shift. She came home to find the man, whom she called her husband for five years, finishing packing his belongings. He had written down all important phone numbers and addresses. He left all his credit cards and bank account information on the table. As she cried he wiped her tears and hugged her tightly. He whispered in her ears that InshaAllah they would be returning home together. The whole drive there he clenched her hands tightly. She didn't want to go inside. They met their lawyers in the lobby.

Soon after they were walking through a door that read: Detention and Removal. There wasn't enough space in the small room for him, his two lawyers, her and their son. She waited outside not knowing this would be the last time she saw her husband face to face. The little one needed to go to the bathroom. One of the lawyers found her and said she needed to go home and get his passport. Things weren't looking good. They were negotiating very hard. They were pulling everyone in the building that they thought could help, but no one could. She came back with the passport a mere 20 minutes later and heard those dreaded words, "I'm so sorry about your husband." She nearly fell to the ground. She still didnt' believe they would take him.

She went downstairs and had to talk to her husband from behind a glass window. They gave her his belt and the money from his pocket. Was this really what their life has come to.

I tell this story, still not really believing that we are the same person. I don't know if I really realized that this is my life. Some days I try and tell myself that this i some other woman and not me. How could this happen? I am a U.S. citizen and so is our son. We have been married for nearly 5 years. He is a model resident. He works hard, pays his taxes, showed up for every meeting and interview, and has never EVER got into one bit of trouble. So, why did they take my husband? Quite simply, because they can. Because some bitch of a judge ruled that he was in assylum only proceedings and cannot get his visa through our very valid 5 year marriage. They don't seem to care that our son has a congenital heart defect or that we have not one single family member in this entire state to help us. I have to drive over an hour to visit him for only 20 minutes over a video monitoring system. He is treated like a common criminal although he has committed no crime. I guess when you look like the "bad guys" you get treated as such even if you are of the good ones.

Thank you to the entire U.S. Immigration System for screwing up our life. For losing every bit of human like qualities you once had, and making me explain to my 3 year old son why his dad was crying and where did he go.

I don't usually talk about my personal life, but I am asking that you all please make duaa for our family that we can be reunited soon. With faith and trust in Allah anything can happen and that is just about all I have at this moment.


Blogger Organic-Muslimah said...

inshAllah habibity!

3:08 PM  
Blogger UmmAbdur-Rahmaan said...

Ya'Allah I am so sorry.....I will Insha'Allah make Dua for you and your husband. If you need anything call me...

8:24 AM  
Blogger rahma said...

I'm so sorry to hear this sister. Is it possible for him to apply for a K-3 or IR-1 from his home country? inshaAllah there has to be some way out of this!

11:06 AM  
Blogger UmmAbdurRahman said...

i'm not sure what a k-3 or ir-1 are.

5:34 PM  
Blogger cncz said...

Salam alaikoum
Subhan Allah, I go away for a few weeks and I read this! I thought it was a short story! Ya Allah!
Let me know if I can do anything or just drop me an email. Subhan Allah. I am so about to cry.

7:05 AM  
Blogger Safa said...

I am making dua for you.......so sorry I didn't come by sooner....

6:55 AM  
Blogger rahma said...

K-3/IR-1 visas are marital based visas. You file them here, based on his marriage to you. They result in a visa to the US, a green card, and eventual citizenship.

inshaAllah ask your lawyer about them. I'm not familiar with your situation, but if he has overstayed here, he would need to file a waiver along with the visa application in order to overcome any ban they may put on him.

Check this website - http://visajourney.com - for more information on the visas.

9:39 AM  
Blogger Am said...

Oh my God, sister, I have not looked at your blog in a long time. I cannot tell you how awful I feel reading these words. I am praying for a miracle. Maybe you should go to the press? Contact Nick Coleman at the Star Tribune, maybe, he is sympathetic to Muslims, it seems. I am so very very sorry and you are all in my duaas.

8:39 PM  
Blogger wayfarer said...

This is so awful. Many duas going to your family. Insh'Allah he'll be released soon.

6:09 AM  

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