My father always told me about the day he'd take me on a summer trip to the United States. The land of opportunities sounded like the magical Disney World through my father's stories. Washington D.C. which established the roots of this nation seemed like a tale of freedom and possibilities through the way he described it to me. New York City, with its skyscrapers was another land that resembled fine literature and more liberties that were engraved with the power of words through books, and the true meaning of the American Dream and Liberty. That is exactly how America was drawn in my mind. A land of everything and everyone simply being good. Now, that I have been living here for almost two years, I have my own story to tell about the country that not only gave me new hopes, but which also offered me more things to dream about. Here I am writing from New York City, after attending the United Nations Youth Assembly. A dream that always liv...