"I just finished reading your thesis and it's one of the best I have seen during my time with this department," said my graduate advisor.
I was visibly pleased but managed to utter two notes of gratitude.
"So what's next?" she pressed.
My head screamed: "Nothing! Being a night janitor or your daytime geeky fix-it person for free! I tempered down and sighed inwardly.
I was waiting for the day I can actually start ‘living' life instead of living in my DREAMs or vivaciously through others. But I managed to form words that defied my mind, "Oh, I want to take some time off and explore my options."
"You should really pursue a PhD. It should not be hard for you to get into a really good school that would give you money to study."
I fidgeted uncomfortably in my seat, finding myself at the receiving end of a conversation that I had sat through one too many times. Feigning confusion and ambiguous feelings about future goals is uncharacteristic on my part, but a charade I put up around almost everyone. I am comfortable in my skin, empowered despite multitudes of conflicting social identities, ‘out and proud' and yet find myself in the closet about a small part of me that governed a large part of my existence. I am just a student, simply another pedestrian, a nameless face in the crowds, but the reality of the matter is that I am in the United States without legal status-an undocumented student, an illegal alien
My parents did not come here illegally; in fact, we all came to the United States legally through student visas. I was in high school on an F-2 visa when my parents petitioned for permanent residency through my maternal grandmother. This move eventually worked out in their favor but would doom me to years of living out-of-status as INS later denied my petition for an F-1 visa to study at a university in the United States based on the fact that my parents had petitioned for permanent residency; we could not prove adequate ties to our home country. Going back to the civil strife, ethnic warfare and homophobic environment was not an option that my parents even wanted to consider for me and numerous attorneys along with my college counselor advised me to stay in this country, assuring my parents that I would get my PR with them before I was 21. To make a long story short, that never happened.
I am now 23 with an MA that graces my walls along with other professionally meaningless degrees and awards. During the day, I volunteer my services to several social and political organizations. In the evenings, I am a janitor. And at all times, I am a dreamer. I dream of the day that I would drive, work legally, financially support myself and my parents, inspire my students, and truly melt into the crowds as a productive American citizen. But that dream has so far eluded me and this DREAM is not possible without your support.
To borrow from John Lennon:
You may say I m a dreamer
But I m not the only one
I hope some day you'll join us
And the world will live as one

Thanks for your kind comments and support Anis and Bri.