Full Circle in 17 Years

Finally, I’ve gotten back the citizenship I was born with but a decade after losing it.

Losing the home after being born and raised in it can be emotional, even traumatic if you’re told that you can no longer allowed to enter it without a written permission. That’s exactly what happened to me except the trauma part.

See, I needed a permission to be a guest in my own home. Who wants that?

That home was and still is Bangladesh. I needed a visa to enter ever since I became a US citizen. But happy to report, that case is closed!

As of this year, I’ve regained my birthright citizenship from Bangladesh after a completing a formal process. Resulting from that, I’ve now received a new Passport. This makes me a dual citizen, having a home in two countries. I love both homes.

I started my journey in 2007 with a Bangladeshi passport, having it nullified along the way by gaining another nationality, and finally gained it back this year. This completes the circle.

Some afterthoughts. Birthplace is something else. We don’t realize that before we spend some years away from it, especially after losing the right to return. Birthplace is the lowest energy state where we always want to go back to, just like the iron in a steel wants to go back to its lowest energy state, it’s home, the iron ore. To do that it goes through rusting.