Immigration Lawyer Archives - Small Town Living like Sanborn County

Historic news, Sanbornians! As part of a nation-wide effort to settle tens of thousands of immigrants and refugees, the county board has taken the initiative and ensured that our little slice of America is shared with those new arrivals looking to take part in the American dream!

They primarily did this through various schemes and trickery, advertising our sleepy county as ‘the one where New York City/Los Angeles/Chicago is!’ Once the migrants were safely entrapped on our newly refurbished coach buses, there were no stops, breaks, or complaints about conditions allowed until they were unceremoniously dumped within county lines.

I’m sure you all have seen them: scared, confused strangers milling about on the street, many looking back and forth at postcards featuring gleaming skyscrapers and the dilapidated mills and factories that surround them with a consternated look on their faces. Coming to a new country sure can be a scary time, but I’m confident in our ability to make them feel welcome!

Now, some of the more ‘conservative’ citizens in our county may be questioning the legal status of these new Sanbornians, as well as the legality of our board’s methods in transporting them here in the first place. While the latter question may be currently being decided in a historically ugly court case, those members of the community concerned about the former can rest easy thanks to our newest business partner setting up shop in town!

K Nair Law Group has set the standard for immigration attorneys in Orange County for nearly 10 years. The firm handles every aspect of immigration law, from establishing a path to citizenship to employment authorization and work visas. Fortunately for our new residents (and perhaps unfortunately for the board), they also serve the victims of crimes such as human trafficking find justice and safety in their new home.

Born from a career in criminal justice, the founder of the firm noticed a trend in the number of her clients having trouble keeping their immigration status legitimate. In order to help them not only stay out of trouble with the law, but also ensure they may stay safely in the country without having to resort to desperate measures, she created the firm to assist the non-citizens that need it most.

So, with our new friends’ legal status firmly established and protected by our county’s newest business partner, let me be the first to congratulate you all on making it here! I’m sure many of you will become avid readers of this publication! In the spirit of inclusiveness, I’ve decided to start looking into getting our gazette translated into the primary languages spoken by our new county residents.

Unfortunately, from the information I have gathered, there are roughly 20 new languages that have recently been introduced into Sanborn, so this might slow publication to once every year. That being said, stay tuned for next year’s issue, where we discuss the results of this week’s slam poetry finals!

If you’re interested in enlisting the service of our spotlighted company, please give them a call:

K Nair Law Group

(949) 493-4150

31897 Del Obispo St Suite 225, San Juan Capistrano, CA 92675

Joan Midler had been on her way to work that Wednesday when she caught sight of something that seemed very interesting.

‘What is that?’ Her blue eyes widened and her brows knotted together. The young immigration lawyer from Orange County had a thing for helping foreigners. She loved interacting with people from other countries, who had different cultures and beliefs, working with them had widened her horizon.

She quickly parked her car to one side of the road and got out of it.

Of recent, there had been an influx of about twenty thousand refugees from Syria and they were having a hard time fitting into the small Californian city.

A mischievous smile pricked her lips as she recalled the complaints she had gotten from some of the refugees who could speak English. Language was a big problem here, and they had no choice but to begin ESL classes.

“Hello!” She called out to the three children and a middle-aged woman on the other side of the road. They seemed to be in some kind of fix, and they really looked confused.

Joan straightened her skirt and marched confidently in her black pumps towards them. They were arguing with a bus conductor who had begun yelling. And from his filthy lips, a dozen curse words fled into the air.

Joan noticed that the woman and the children who were obviously hers because of the strong resemblance seemed confused. They looked at the angry guy in bewilderment.

They were thinking, “Why is this guy yelling on such a sunny day?”

When she arrived at the scene, Joan couldn’t help but admire their colorful dresses which reminded her of some Indian movies she had seen when she was a kid. The girls covered their head with a little scarf, while the woman veiled herself with a Hijab.

“Hello” Joan flashed a smile at them.

The woman quickly shifted and pulled her children away from the stranger. Her swift action didn’t go unnoticed. It only made Joan laugh.

“Look, I am here to help you.” Joan pressed a hand on her chest, a gesture most people understood as love or peace. Obviously, they were new to the area and they needed some help.

Joan heard the kids whispering something in a language similar to Arabic, which she understood partially. Due to the nature of her job, Joan had learned to adapt to languages quickly. She knew how to speak French, German, Russian, Spanish and Turkish fluently. Other languages came in bits.

“What do you want here lady? Are you coming on the bus or what?” The angry conductor fired at her.

“Um, not really,” Joan paused and ran her eyes over the woman and her kids.

“Don’t look at them. They got on the bus and won’t pay, even after we dropped everyone at the last bus stop.” The man was still annoyed.

At that point, Joan understood what was going on.

“Whoa, did you care to find out where they were going or you were just yelling?” Joan wondered.

“I work on a bus, not some interview company.”

Joan ignored him and moved towards the woman and her kids who were about running when she raised her hands in the air and screamed, “Salam!” At once, they all stopped and stared at her in wonder.

“Salam?” A smile split the chubby face of the mother, as “Salam,” was the call for peace. It was a welcome. It was an invitation.

Joan hoped the woman wouldn’t gush out more Arabic, because she would be totally lost.

“Um, where were you going?” Joan gestured with her hands hoping they would understand, and they did.

The youngest kid screamed, “Arsadia…”

“Just hear that, ain’t no place like Arsadia!” The conductor yelled.

Joan laughed as she realized they meant, “Arcadia,” but their accent had caused a little confusion.

“I have a car; I can take you wherever you want. You can trust me, Salam.” She pressed her hands together and bowed her head like she was in prayer.

The woman moved closer to Joan. Apart from the fact that the woman spoke a word she understood, there was something about her sapphire eyes. They were calm, considerate and friendly. She could trust this woman.

“If you are thinking of leaving without paying…”

Joan flipped her purse open and handed him a few dollars.

She grabbed one of the kids and raised him into her arms.

“Next time, learn to be nicer to strangers. You don’t know when you’ll find yourself in need of help.” She waved a finger across the man’s face.

Five minutes after, her new friends were already in her car heading to her office where she would bring in a translator and help get them the assistance they needed.

They drove off to:

K Nair Law Group
31897 Del Obispo St Suite 225, San Juan Capistrano, CA 92675
(949) 493-4150