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“Magkano pinaipit mo sa passport mo?”

Sagot: Hindi ako nagbigay ng kahit ano.

May isang pasaherong kasabay kong papuntang Hong Kong ang lumapit sa akin at nagtanong: “Magkano daw isinipit mo sa passport mo? Kasi nakapasok ka.”

Doon ko lang talaga narealize kung gaano kalala ang nangyari.

Sa immigration, unang tanong agad sa akin: “Magkano binayaran mo?”

Napakunot-noo ako.

“Ha? Ano po?”

“Magkano binayaran mo?”

“Sa ano po? Sa anong bayad?”

Paulit-ulit niyang tinanong kung may binayaran ba ako. Sabi ko, “Terminal fee po?”

“At ano pa?”

“Wala na po.”

Pangatlong beses: “Wala ka nang ibang binayaran?”

Doon na umandar ang isip ko—bakit ganito ang tanungan?

Sabi ko, “Wala po. Bakit po, meron pa po ba?”

Tinitigan niya ako, pinalaki ang mata, at sinabi: “Nakita kitang pumila kung saan-saan ah. Lumipat ka pa ng pila.”

Sagot ko, “Dito lang po ako pumila, ma’am.”

Pero nag-iinsist pa rin siya. Biglang tumigas ang boses: “Yung sponsor mo, lalaki? Sino ‘to?”

“Pinsan ko po.”

“Pinsan? Lalaki?”

Medyo uminit na tenga ko.

Sabi ko, “Hindi po ba pwede? Wala po ba kayong pinsang lalaki?”

Doon na siya tuluyang nagalit.

“Pabalik-balik ka ng Malaysia ah. Eight months. Nagtrabaho ka doon?”

“Hindi po. Pinagbawalan ako ng kapatid ko.”

“Eight months walang trabaho? Umuwi ka ng five months, bumalik ka ulit ng three months, hindi pa rin nagtrabaho?”

“Bawal nga po.”

Paulit-ulit pa rin ang tanong hanggang sa napuno na rin ako. Sinabi ko na: “Excuse me ma’am, my sister is working in the company and she does not allow me to work. I was there for vacation only. If you want to confirm, I have the number of the company and the boss—you may call.”

Mas lalo siyang nagalit. Sinara ang passport ko, ibinalik sa akin at sinabi: “Pumunta ka sa Cathay Pacific. Ipa-change mo ang ticket mo to one month. NEXT!”

Doon ko nalaman ang salitang OFFLOAD.

Sabi ng staff ng Cathay Pacific, lahat ng nakatayo sa gilid ay offload na. Burned na ang ticket. May 15 minutes na lang ako noon. Sinabihan nila ako na hindi na raw puwedeng baguhin ang ticket at pumila na lang daw ako sa ibang IO.

Biglang may crew na lumapit: “Ma’am, okay na ticket mo. Bilis, pumila ka sa iba.”

Binalikan ko yung IO: “Ma’am, okay na po, na-change na.”

Tinatakan niya ang passport ko sabay mura: “Sa susunod ayusin n’yo papeles n’yo ha!”

Takbo ako papuntang eroplano. Nag-radio pa: “May isa pa!”

Ako ‘yon.

So… welcome to UAE. 😅

Mas masakit na realidad

Doon ko rin nalaman ang sistema. Kapag na-offload ka na kahit kompleto ang papeles mo, pipila ka ulit sa ibang IO. Kapag failed ka ulit, doon na magsisimula ang “ipit”.

May mga kwento:

$200 sa pangalawang pila – bagsak

$400 – bagsak pa rin

$1,500 – pinalusot

$1,000 – pinalusot

$700 sa pang-limang pila – sinuwerte

Yung isa, mula 1am pa nakapila, limang beses nag-try, naubusan ng pera—naiwan.

Samantalang yung iba, kahit walang ipit, offload agad.

Tanong ko lang..

Bakit ganito ang trato sa mga Pilipino?

Bakit ang tanong hindi relevant?

Tinanong pa ako kung maghahanap daw ba ako ng trabaho sa Dubai. Sabi ko yes—tourist visa, maghahanap, pag may opportunity, lilipat sa working visa; pag wala, uuwi.

Galit pa rin siya.

Pagdating ko sa UAE immigration, tinanong ako ng Arab officer, maayos ang tono: “Are you here looking for a job?”

“Yes.”

Ngumiti siya: “You are welcome. Good luck.”

At ibinigay ang passport ko.

Ang layo ng trato.

Reality check

Kompleto ang papeles ko, authenticated pa sa UAE Embassy. Pero ang tanungan, parang gubat—hindi mo alam saan ka dadaan. Poot ang naramdaman ko noon. Gusto ko ring sumagot, pero pinigilan ko sarili ko. Kaya hindi ko rin masisisi ang iba.

Final Thought:

May matitino pa ring IO, sigurado. Pero may mga nasasanay na sa ganitong galawan. Lifestyle check daw—sports car, condo, laki ng sahod.

Pag bata-bata pa ang IO, kalmado pa. Pero yung may edad na… parang normal na sa kanila.

English🇲🇾

OFFLOAD: “How Much Did You Put Inside Your Passport?”

I did not give anything.

A fellow passenger traveling with me to Hong Kong approached me and asked,

“How much did you place inside your passport? Because you were able to pass.”

That was when I truly realized how serious the situation had been.

At immigration, the first question directed at me was blunt:

“How much did you pay?”

I frowned.

“Excuse me?”

“How much did you pay?”

“For what? What payment?”

The officer repeatedly asked whether I had paid anything. I replied, “The terminal fee?”

“And what else?”

“Nothing.”

For the third time, she asked, “You didn’t pay anything else?”

That was when I started to wonder—why were these questions being asked?

I answered, “Nothing. Why? Is there something else I should have paid?”

She stared at me, widened her eyes, and said,

“I saw you lining up in different queues. You even transferred to another line.”

I responded, “I only lined up here, ma’am.”

She continued to insist, her voice suddenly becoming firm.

“Your sponsor is a man? Who is this?”

“My cousin,” I answered.

“A cousin? A man?”

I felt my ears begin to burn.

“Is that not allowed? Don’t you have male cousins?”

At that point, she became visibly angry.

“You’ve been going back and forth to Malaysia—eight months. Did you work there?”

“No, ma’am. My sister did not allow me to work.”

“Eight months without working? You went home for five months, then returned for another three months and still didn’t work?”

“I was not allowed to.”

The questioning continued until I finally spoke up:

“Excuse me, ma’am. My sister works for the company and she does not allow me to work. I was there purely for vacation. If you want to verify this, I have the company’s number and the boss’s contact—you may call.”

This only made her angrier. She closed my passport, handed it back to me, and said:

“Go to Cathay Pacific. Change your ticket to one month. NEXT!”

That was when I learned the term OFFLOAD.

Cathay Pacific staff explained that everyone standing to the side had been offloaded. The ticket was considered burned. I had only 15 minutes left at that time. I was told the ticket could no longer be changed and that I should line up again with another immigration officer.

Suddenly, a crew member approached me and said,

“Ma’am, your ticket is okay now. Hurry, line up at another counter.”

I returned to the immigration officer and said,

“Ma’am, it’s okay now. The ticket has been changed.”

She stamped my passport and muttered,

“Next time, make sure your documents are in order.”

I ran toward the aircraft. Over the radio, I heard:

“There’s one more passenger!”

That was me.

So… welcome to the UAE.

The More Painful Reality

That was also when I learned how the system works. Even if your documents are complete, once you are offloaded, you are made to line up again with another immigration officer. If you fail again, that is when the “insertion” begins.

I heard stories such as:

USD 200 on the second attempt — failed

USD 400 — still failed

USD 1,500 — finally cleared

USD 1,000 — cleared

USD 700 on the fifth attempt — lucky enough to pass

One passenger had been lining up since 1:00 a.m., tried five times, ran out of money, and was left behind.

Meanwhile, others were offloaded immediately—even without any attempt to pay.

Questions That Remain

Why are Filipinos treated this way?

Why are the questions often irrelevant?

I was even asked whether I intended to look for work in Dubai. I answered honestly—yes, as a tourist, I would look for opportunities; if one arose, I would transfer to a working visa, and if not, I would return home.

The officer was still angry.

Upon arriving at UAE immigration, an Arab officer asked me politely,

“Are you here looking for a job?”

“Yes,” I replied.

He smiled and said,

“You are welcome. Good luck.”

And handed back my passport.

The contrast was striking.

Reality Check

My documents were complete and authenticated by the UAE Embassy. Yet the questioning felt like navigating a jungle—unclear, confusing, and unpredictable. I felt anger, but I restrained myself. For that reason, I cannot entirely blame others who react differently.

Final Thoughts

There are still decent immigration officers, without a doubt. However, there are also those who appear to have become accustomed to this system. Stories circulate about lifestyle checks—sports cars, luxury condominiums, and salaries that raise questions.

Younger officers tend to be calmer. But among some older ones, this behavior seems to have become routine.