My name is Saarah and I am a Muslim. No i’m not a terrorist, no i’m not planting a bomb in this airport, and no i’m not leaving my home because it is unsafe.  I’m leaving my home because I have a once in a lifetime opportunity. I have been accepted into NYU. NYU is my dream, I really want to become an actress, I love acting I guess you could call it my “passion” Here in Indonesia there aren’t a lot of acting agencies or acting schools. My family can’t afford a TV so if I want to see tv I have to walk for about 45 minutes to my  friend Amira’s house  and that’s only sometimes. She has a vacation home here, but she lives in Israel. I’ve always wanted to go to college, so when I got a letter saying I got in I could not wait to go. It’s a big deal for me because most of the people in my family didn’t go to college, not because they couldn’t afford it but because they didn’t think that it was important. My family told me not to go to New York because Donald Trump was the president and he has very strong feelings about Muslims. I thought about for a while and then I told my family that  I’m not going to stay here, I’m going to NYU, and no president is going to stop me. No matter how rich or poor, no matter what their race or religion. No president is going to stop me from being who I want to from being who I want to be! And most definitely no president is going to tell me that I am a dangerous  person just because of my religion. And with that I left, I left my home and drove to the airport. I had a feeling in my gut, a feeling telling me to stop, to turn around to stop dreaming to stop hoping because nothing good would come out of leaving! They voices of my family played in my head, “Don’t go” my brother Jason said “Please don’t leave us we love you” Said my Grandparents. “If you walk out of this door, you will no longer be a part of this family!” My father said.” your name Saarah means pure and happy, if you leave we, your friends will no longer be happy.” Said my neighbor Zyva. I wanted to be a part of the family but I couldn’t miss the opportunity to go to NYU to pursue my dreams! A tear trickled down my face. My heart felt heavy, dull and empty. It was one of the worst feelings in the whole world, I had never felt a feeling like it and I didn’t know what to do. But all I knew was that someone, someone in the world someone who cared about me wouldn’t care that I left. I know what you’re thinking how does someone who cares about  you not care about you? This person would care about me, but they would want me to be happy in my own self. They would want me to do what was best for me.