Sixteen years ago, I came to America with nothing but hope and aspiration for a peaceful and prosperous life. Today, I am a dean at a 2-year Community and Technical College in Minnesota, a part-time adjunct professor at the University of South Dakota, and a 3rd-year doctoral student pursuing a Ph.D. in International Development at the University of Southern Mississippi.
As Obama once said, my story is possible only in America.
I came to the United States in the spring of 2006, at the age of 23, seeking asylum as a refugee from Somalia. As I was booked into the Port Isabel Immigration Detention Center in Los Fresnos, Texas, I was overwhelmed with the prospect of a lengthy and complex immigration process, all under the shadow of deportation to war-torn Somalia. I was afraid, alone, and uncertain about the future in a country and people I barely knew until Meredith Linsky paid me a visit a few days into my detention.
Meredith was the head of the South Texas Pro Bono Asylum Representation Project (ProBAR) and had worked with refugees from all over the world to seek asylum and other protections in the United States. In our first meeting, Meredith said that she had heard my story, knew about the situation in Somalia, and was there to help. I did not understand why Meredith was willing to help a stranger she had just met, but I was extremely grateful for her trust, kindness, and humanity.
Meredith calmly explained to me the asylum process. She reassured me that she would help me find a legal representative for my case, as she was at the time overwhelmed with the cases of other detainees with ongoing legal proceedings. As I walked away from my first meeting with Meredith, I felt heard for the first time in my life, trusted for the first time in my life, and reassured that my rights as a human being would be respected for the first time in my life. It is a feeling that no other person but an immigrant or refugee can understand.
As I patiently waited for weeks, Meredith paid me a visit again with the good news that Karen Grisez, an experienced attorney with the Fried, Frank, Harris, Shriver & Jacobson law firm in Washington, DC, was willing to take my case free of charge. I was overwhelmed with emotions and happiness and celebrated with Meredith even before I set a foot in the courtroom.
Karen and her team (Josh and Jacquelyn) arrived soon after and began working on my case day after day for what felt like an eternity. As the court day arrived and I took the stand to defend my asylum case, I was neither afraid nor alone but still uncertain about the outcome. Right before the proceedings began, I pulled aside Josh and Jacquelyn — who were both about the same age as myself and soon to become attorneys — and told them regardless of the outcome, I was forever grateful to them; and to me, they were family. As I took the stand, Meredith and Karen sat right behind Josh, Jacquelyn, and myself and continued providing me the moral support I needed most.
Following a rigorous and lengthy court proceeding that took hours of testifying and cross-examination, the overseeing US immigration judge, Howard Achtsam, granted my application for asylum in the United States and withholding of removal to Somalia. Overwhelmed with emotions, Josh, Jacquelyn, and I embraced in what felt like the end of a long, difficult, and at times dangerous journey. Kate Demarest, then a law student and now a practicing attorney in Alaska, hugged me, and said something I will never forget: “welcome home.” By God, she was right. America was going to be my home.
As Karen and her team found their way back to Washington, DC and Meredith and Kate headed back to the detention center, I left Harlingen and headed north towards Minneapolis with a mandate to be free at last and pursue the American dream. A dream that had me work in a warehouse for seven days a week and 14 hours a day, in my first year of residence in the United States, a dream that had me enroll in a community college while I was working full time and earn a two-year associate degree, then, pursue and earn a Bachelor of Science, a Master’s degree in public health (MPH), and pursue a Ph.D., but, most importantly, a dream that made me the man I always wanted to be; a husband and a father to three beautiful girls and a boy.
However, such a dream is never feasible without the people like Meredith, Karen, Kate, Josh, and Jacquelyn, who are willing to go out of their way to listen, trust, and take a chance on a stranger like myself, and give someone a second chance after being rejected, and hurt, and betrayed by the only people and the world they knew.
I am forever indebted for the love, kindness, and compassion they’ve shown me in the most vulnerable moment of my life. To me, they are family.
My goal in the near future is to be in a position of power where I can champion liberty, democracy, and human rights around the world.
--Abdullahi Abdigaani
