Woman trapped in spiral to renew passport

The following is part of an interview of a woman who is still trying to collect all 634 documents to get her new passport.

I had offered him everything I had, and it still wasn't enough. I shared every single detail of my life, and even then, he was so unsatisfied.

"Why's your face like that? Get a new picture, or no passport," he said, looking straight into my eyes. Was he implying I'm ugly or unphotogenic? It didn't matter; all that mattered was how to satiate his desires.

"Also, you need a birth certificate," he informed me.

"Yeah, it's right here," I replied.

"No, are you dumb, too? That's the old one. It's not valid anymore."

And so, I ran for the birth registration office, to prove once again that indeed, I was born.

"Where were you right before you were born?" the birth officer asked.

"In Moghbazar," I answered.

"No. You were in your mother's womb. Where was the womb?"

"In Moghbazar."

"And where exactly is this Moghbazar? Why is it called that? You need to provide a historical document of the area to get your certificate."

I rushed to the national museum and stole the only Mughal era document that had Moghbazar written on it. Turns out, the place is called that because the Maghs of Arakan had settled there, maybe.

"Where did you get this? Okay, never mind, nice. Now, I need your parents' birth certificates," he told me.

"They're dead."

"Oh, then get me their death certificates. Also, make sure you get attested copies of their burial documents from the graveyard."

At this point, I was hell bent on seeing this through. I got everything he asked for and more, and finally, I was reborn. With the certificate, I returned to the passport office, this time with swagger.

The officer looked at the certificate and said, "You got what I asked for, great. Your face still looks weird. Also, I'll need an attested copy of your 'akika' certificate. You do have that, right?"