Piash was born in Bangladesh, brought to the U.S. at the age of 10. He considers himself Bangladeshi-American. He is attending college and pursuing a degree in Engineering.

Quote from Piash:

It wasn’t until my sophomore year of high school that I first found out that I was undocumented. I came home to show my parents that I got a 100 on my driver’s ed class and I wanted to go to DMV to get my learner’s permit. My parents told me that my dad’s asylum case was still pending in court and they didn’t know how long it would take. My dad assured me, as his lawyer told him, that once I apply for college, I could obtain a student visa. A year later, my dad’s case was dismissed by the court and my dad decided voluntarily departure was better than trying to appeal

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I was depressed. I felt betrayed. I worked hard in school. I graduated in the top 10% of my class with a 3.8 GPA. Should I be angry at my dad for not hiring a more competent lawyer or at the broken immigration system that is ridiculously slow and ridden with loopholes? I was an American in every way except where it really mattered: documents. I never told my friends because I didn’t know how they would react. After all, it was high school.

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