I have been always wanted to be the president of Afghanistan. One day in one of our educational camps, students were supposed to select a president for their imaginary country. I and one of my classmates were the shortlist candidates. Oh, my God, for the first time I felt that I was in a real presidency position of a country, which I had always wanted. My classmate was campaigning and I was just sitting on my chair and felt worried. My temperature was so high; I had no idea what to do. He was trying to convince other students to vote for him but I was like a rock having no movements at all. It was so bad. I always wanted to be in that position and when it first time comes, I did not do anything. After voting, we were both standing beside each other. I heard his name as a president. I fell down from my mountain of enthusiasm.