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FCCPS lifer forced to return to India

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FCCPS lifer forced to return to India

Finding the beauty in the heavy traffic on the streets of New Delhi at night. (Photo by Niharika Singhvi)

Finding the beauty in the heavy traffic on the streets of New Delhi at night. (Photo by Niharika Singhvi)

Finding the beauty in the heavy traffic on the streets of New Delhi at night. (Photo by Niharika Singhvi)

Finding the beauty in the heavy traffic on the streets of New Delhi at night. (Photo by Niharika Singhvi)

Niharika Singhvi

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Junior Niharika Singhvi, has attended Falls Church City Public Schools since 2006. In April of 2018, her parents’ work visas expired, and she was forced to return to India. This February, she arrived back at Mason. Singhvi and her family’s experience is a result of the Department of Homeland Security’s increasingly hardline immigration policy.*

September 20, 2018

It’s a casual Monday afternoon in mid-September. I get off from the bus and begin the short walk to my home. My backpack weighs me down, signifying a busy evening ahead of me. But, I’m more than used to this. I’ve followed this same routine after school for over 11 years of my life and it’s now instinct. However, today is different.

Flying over the mountains of the Middle East. (Photo by Niharika Singhvi)

When I get home, I’m not comforted by the usual sights of furniture that have been there forever nor of the family photos that decorate the wall. Instead, my view of the room is clogged by huge brown boxes containing our possessions and more importantly, memories that my family and I have collected over the past 12 years. These boxes can signify only one thing – moving.

Seeing these boxes makes me nauseous. It’s devastating to see my childhood home being packed away, one box after another, making me feel like a stranger in my own home.  

For the past couple of months, a cloud of uncertainty and frustration has hovered above my family. It all boils down to one question: Will we get to stay here? I don’t think any conversation has passed without a trace of skepticism about the future.

When I talk about any upcoming plans, I want to believe that they will actually happen. But, deep inside, I worry if I will actually get to follow through with them. Will I actually be in the country to spend Homecoming with my friends? Will I even be at school when that assignment is due in a few weeks?

A while ago, my family applied for the renewal of our visas assuming only positive results, as we’d been doing this for as long as we’d been here. With our H1B visas, an employment-based visa given for specialty occupations like engineering, we’d applied for our Green Card in 2009. However, the H1B work category was low on the priority list to give permanent residency since it doesn’t require exceptional expertise, which meant we wouldn’t get to file for the actual status for years to come.

Landing at Indira Gandhi International Airport (Photo by Niharika Singhvi)

 

Eventually, after months had passed with no sign of the status of our visas, we knew something was off.

In April of this year, the long-awaited result came and as we dreaded, it was negative. For the first time since 2006, our visas’ renewal had been rejected. While the justification said nothing about the current policy, there was little explanation. I interpreted this as a direct result of the current administraton’s stricter requirements for visas.

Later, it was written in our appeal’s decision that the original explanation made regarding our renewal shouldn’t have happened in the first place.

As rightful residents, we immediately filed for an appeal of this decision in April. After all, America is the country of immigrants. It is a nation built on the minds and backs of immigrants from all over the world. In fact, only the Native Americans are truly from this nation, because everyone else immigrated here in the last 300 years. So, don’t we deserve to be here as much as any other hardworking next family?

For the past few days, I’ve had to deal with the difficult task of informing my teachers and peers about my move. The worst part is that when I’m questioned about when I will come back. I have no response because I truly do not know. For now, all I can do is cherish the weeks I know I have and hope that I will get to spend at least a few more years of life in Falls Church, my hometown. 

November 25, 2018

When my flight landed in India, I felt like my whole life was turned upside down. In a way, it was. We had no home in either country, there was no guarantee I would get admitted to school here, and above all, we had no idea when we’d be able to go back. It could be weeks, months, or years before the return. With these thoughts constantly swirling my mind, I spent the first three weeks in Delhi in despair. I developed a strong distaste for everything, from talking to my family, to going out, to doing anything I would’ve loved before the move. When I went to visit an IB school, I had a sulky face and I snapped at the teachers multiple times. And, the worst part was, I didn’t care what they thought of me or if I even got accepted.

The sun rises over New Delhi.

The view from my condo as the sun rises over New Delhi. (Photo by Niharika Singhvi)

One day, I woke up to my parents standing above my bed with stern faces. They convinced me that I was running away from the problem rather than facing it, and luckily, those words hit home. From that point on, I decided not to look back, knowing the circumstances were out of my control. So I pushed past the negativity and looked for ways to fit in. To conform. If I was to embrace my identity as an immigrant, this was something I would have to grow used to. 

Luckily, I was interviewed again by the IB school after I changed my outlook, so I was accepted. My whole life, I had always feared change; I had been in the same city, in the same home, and in the same school district for 12 years, so change was a foreign concept. I never would have imagined being a new student in a new country, but life- especially for a green card holder- is beyond unpredictable. At school, I had to adjust to being with a new group of people in a school with few resemblances to Mason. We had uniforms, my IB class only had 27 students, and I had to adapt to an entirely new culture. With my shy attitude and lack of confidence, I didn’t think this would turn out to be a good experience at all. However, it turned out that, thanks to some unbelievable support from the teachers and friends I made there, I was able to pull it off.

After two months of attending my new school, the good news was sent our way. Our appeal had been approved, which meant the long wait was over. Or, so I thought. My parents explained that we were still in limbo, waiting for my dad’s work papers to come in. The anxiety of rekindling old friendships, making up the work I missed and getting back into a routine was hard enough to manage, without this added uncertainty.

But like everything so far, this process required considerable patience and a long wait, and I was ready for it. After another two months, the papers came, and within three weeks, we were on a flight back home.  

February 19, 2019

A week after coming back, I was able to return to school and the experience was scary at first, but quickly became incredible. I chose to surprise everyone at school, and the expressions on my friends’ faces were priceless. The hallways that seemed so dull just a while ago now looked beautiful. Even the crowded classrooms and morning song-playing seemed refreshing.

“Every American who ever lived, with the exception of one group, was either an immigrant himself or a descendant of immigrants.” – John F. Kennedy, A Nation of Immigrants (Photo via Wikimedia Commons)

As cheesy as it is, after being away for so long, I’ve renewed my appreciation for the little things in life. And, now, I am beyond ready to take on the challenges of junior year and life as it is.

Before I left, a friend told me that when I get back, I’m going to tear up since I’ll miss the people and experiences I left in India. Although I laughed this off back then, I eventually realized that this had a lot of truth behind it. I’m beyond happy to be here in Falls Church again, but I will forever cherish the friends, memories, experiences, the ups and downs, and everything about living in India. Even though the past five months felt like a bad dream more often than not, I would never have changed them for anything. They have helped me discover my identity. 

I would never wish my experience on anyone, as even today, I’m still recovering from the shock of the past few months. The feeling of being forced out of our home was beyond demeaning and incredibly painful. I still can’t comprehend how the current administration can draw the line between legal and illegal immigration if documented immigrants live in fear of deportation or the revocation of their green cards. 

And while I am grateful for the opportunities for growth I experienced throughout the process, I know that many are not lucky enough to have the vital support mechanisms and resources I had.

The right to the freedom of movement and a stable home is sacred, and no judge, no government should be able to take it away. Losing it can be a crushing blow that not everybody is equipped to recover from. Trust me- I learned from experience. 

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One Response to “FCCPS lifer forced to return to India”

  1. Yoder Camp on March 4th, 2019 9:34 pm

    The scenario described here is not a exception or cause of Trumps immigration policies, it has nothing to do with Trump or the current administration.

    To prevent bullying, doxxing or any other harassment let me say that I am a legal immigrant, from India, and I waited 16 years in line as a Legal immigrant to get my US Citizenship.

    There are many aspects to the immigration story and one of them being that no one is entitled to be in America – It’s a privilege. I did it legally, while waiting 16 years even when my parents earned less than $500 a month combined in India. I did my undergraduate in Chemical Engineering and got myself a full fellowship at a Private US university on Merit.

    To lay the bare facts there is tremendous abuse of the H1B program, just like there is abuse of every immigrant visa like for example: Refugees and Asylees entry ways into the USA are so popular for lower educated, unskilled or simply for that matter conflict countries because it is the EASIEST entry into the USA while all healthcare funded by Medicaid, rental housing assistance provided by US Govt, SNAP or food stamp program, free English education and best of all green card on “ARRIVAL” with the unknown loophole of “roll back” where a Asylee or Refugee can apply for US Citizenship before the mandatory 5 year wait (Read here: https://www.nolo.com/legal-encyclopedia/when-asylee-refugee-can-apply-us-citizenship.htm)

    So while highly educated legal immigrants wait 15 years, refugees and Asylees get US Citizenship in 3 years.

    Then there is the AU Pair visa where young girls 18-26 from Eastern European and South American countries skip the F1 student visa and competition and take the easy way to enter US while enrolled in a English language program all under the guise of US state department of cultural exhange, then why this is limited to only 20 and not 196 countries. These girls are all hanging out, read as soliciting in Arlington and DC bars where ‘divorced or single’ white guys hangout or for that matter anyone with a US passport hangs out who would buy them out for a 5 year marriage while acting to be in love. These Brazilian, Colombian and Eastern European girls just want a better life without having to apply a student visa, then a work visa and wait a decade or 2 for a green card + 5 yrs mandatory for a US Citizenship when that can be achieved in 3 years.

    Now back to the fraud of H1B, several countries have used this visa for getting barely graduated, English speaking young people because they pay them $25-40 per hour and charge the client $170 -$200 per an hour for a technical skill which is high in demand, which the young person on H1 B has spent a month learning.

    Not all H1B’s are fraudulent, 50% of them have skills or do jobs which no priviliged or entitled American wants to do like Production Support, Operations or jobs which are so technically obtuse you give up a life and become a lab rat.

    Then there are our 30 million+ illegal immigrants and DACA kids who parents came here illegally and the rightfully had children to use the 14th amendment which granted citizenship to all born into the USA as by doing they drop a anchor in the USA to access benefits hence the term anchor baby. Lastly if residents of Falls Church city are so concerned about being a liberal stronghold then why are Refugee and Asylee settlements are built in Iowa and Minnesota, why don’t they convert Merrill house on fairfax street as refugee housing with all their kids getting free public education in FCCPS with Govt provided subsidies on housing, medical and food assistance. It is hypocritical as it is to just name a few examples on why people cannot follow the laws on the books … when govt or agencies like USCIS and ICE enforce laws they become racists but when they don’t then they are not doing their job and are failures. There is so much more to immigrants and immigration that what is highlighted in this story which gives a very narrow lens to a problem which is mid-understood and exploited by many. I can detail 100+ loopholes and cheat scams used by every one of the 200 + visa categories approved by the state department and exploited from countries from Macedonia, Vietnam to Guatemala, so yes for US to be the land of laws, we have to enforce laws equally and not selectively as some in the so called extreme liberal or conservative followers tend to believe – City of Falls Church Resident

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