The first time I applied for citizenship, I was told I needed to prove I was living in the country legally.
I had never been to India before and it seemed like an impossible task.
As soon as I stepped inside the border post, I learned that I could apply for Indian citizenship by showing I had lived in India for at least a year.
This was a first for me.
I went to the Indian consulate in Amritsar and showed the application to the consul general, who asked me to show two pieces of evidence: One was my passport and another was my proof of residency.
This second piece of evidence was a receipt for an insurance policy that covered my monthly premium of $10,000.
When I told him this, he laughed and said I was too rich to buy the insurance.
The consul’s reply was a familiar refrain: It is a hard job.
“This is not easy.
But we are doing our best.
We are going to see how we can get through this and get the documents in the next two weeks,” he told me.
The second time I visited the consulate, the consulate manager informed me that my application had been rejected.
I went to find the official responsible for rejecting my application.
He told me I had to go to the immigration office, but it was too late.
I was in the office at 1:30 am, and the doors were closed.
I found out that I had been banned from leaving the country.
It is hard to explain how the consulate official got it so wrong.
The next morning I called the Indian embassy and informed them about the consulate’s mistake.
They offered me a job in another consulate.
I told them I had nothing to do with the consulate.
After the visa officer told me my case had been sent to the National Immigration Bureau, I called him back and told him my case was not in the National Migration Register, a national database that tracks the status of people in India.
The visa officer said I could call the National Human Rights Commission (NHRC) to look into my case, but I was so scared that I would lose my job and not be able to return to my home in Pakistan.
I started crying.
This is not a dream.
I cannot go back to Pakistan without getting the documents I have been waiting for.
This has been my life, my dream, my life for five years, he told my wife.
The Indian consulate official told me that he was taking care of the case and that I should not worry about it.
But the next day, I had an unexpected phone call.
My visa officer called back and said that the NHRC was ready to take care of my case.
I asked him why the NHCC was not working on the case.
He said, “We are not going to get involved in this.
I am going to call the office of the governor.”
I waited three days for the NHTC to reply to my call.
Finally, a few hours later, the NHPC official called my wife and told her that the case had now been sent for review.
I said that was great, but the NHNC should be working on my case now.
The NHNC, which was set up in 2003 to tackle visa irregularities, has now started to work on about 3,000 cases of alleged visa overstays.
This includes cases involving overstayers in Pakistan, Bangladesh, India, Nepal and Sri Lanka.
The NHNC’s first case was the case of an overstayer in Bangladesh who overstayed his visa and was deported.
This case is under review.
I was very worried about the outcome of the review, but as soon as the NHSC officials returned from Bangladesh, I started to cry again.
They said that I was the first to call their office and was going to receive a call from them in the morning.
I asked them what they were doing and they told me, “This case is being reviewed by the NH NC.
We will not comment on the details of the process.”
I was worried that they would not answer my call and would call the NH National Human Resources Commission.
I got another call from the NHCR on my last day.
This time, they told my husband and I to wait and that a woman who was not my wife would be able visit us in the coming days.
The phone call lasted for half an hour and then they hung up.
I got a phone call from an NHNC official who told me to wait for another NHNC officer to come in and take my case over.
When I reached the NH office the next morning, I found my husband waiting for me at the entrance.
He had a serious look on his face as he spoke to me, trying to reassure me that the review was going well.
He explained that they were in touch with the NH commission to see what was going on with the case, that the