Yes, We Must.

Dear President Barack Obama ,

I met you on June 22nd, 2015 . Its hard for me to put into words the significance of that encounter, but in my itch to find closure tonight -- Im going to try.

Since the night I met you, Ive been referred to as the kid who met Obama more times than I can count. Perhaps that is my own fault as you do still appear alongside me in my cover photos on Facebook , Twitter , and well everywhere. It might seem odd, but since meeting you -- Ive felt personally attached to your legacy.

I suppose Id like to think my accomplishments extend beyond meeting you, but Ive honestly never minded being known exclusively as the kid who met Obama because I want to be on the forefront of furthering your legacy.

You looked me in the eyes two years ago and told me that if I kept on doing the work that Im doing, that Id make real change in this world. I dont know that Ive done that yet, but in so many ways -- I believe that I can because of you.

I still vividly remember opening up TIME Kids in the fourth grade and reading about you. I went home that night and I read up on your policies. Your slogan of Yes, we can, has carried me through from that moment until now. My pre-adolescent self campaigned to convince my peers to vote for you in our schools mock election -- it meant the world to me. I went to your campaign office with my mom, I wore your buttons on my rolly backpack, and I believed.

Im not sure when it happened, but by 2012, Id become disillusioned with politics. When I looked around at the world, I saw so much injustice. My adolescent self didnt know how to rationalize the suffering, in fact, in many ways, my post-adolescent self still doesnt know how. Im not sure I ever will, but somewhere in middle school -- I got lazy. I looked at injustice, and I blamed you unilaterally. It didnt make sense how the bold vision of Yes, we can didnt seem fully realized yet.

Im sorry for that.

Beyond that though, it was in middle school that I first began to consciously internalize the prejudice of others. I was so sure in lower school that I was going to be the President of United States of America, but in middle school I began to realize that I, a short, American-Muslim, Bangladeshi, nonconformist who stands unapologetically for justice, would have essentially no chance at the White House.

Even now, as uncles in my community introduce me as the kid who met the first Black President and then go onto insinuate that perhaps one day Ill be the first Muslim president, my heart breaks because a part of really does believe that no matter how hard I work -- that dream may never be in my cards.

I then think back to sitting at that table with you. You gave a speech commending me as an exemplar of my community. You sat across from me at a dinner table and told me you were proud of me. You validated me in ways that continue to motivate me today. In fact, I wrote this shortly after that encounter on my organizations website :

Every story, anecdote, observation, and question was responded to thoughtfully by the President, and for the first time in my life, I felt like the government truly cared about me, would listen to me, and that I could be a part of the American political scene. For a second, I even pondered the possibility of achieving my childhood dream of being the President of the United States of America.

You enfranchised me, but your legacy isnt about enfranchising just me. Ive been to the White House three times, Ive interned for your US Department of State, and Ive been exposed to the people that you choose to surround yourself with -- people like Rumana Ahmed, Zaki Barzinji, Rashad Hussein, Haroon Ullah, and so many others. Through believing in them and so many others -- youve believed in me and those like me. Youve created spaces for them, for conversations about hard realities, and for collaborative progress.

Look -- I dont agree with you on every issue, and I know that there are those who will tell me that I am simply an eighteen-year-old with misguided optimism for my praise of you, but frankly -- I dont care.

It is not easy to be American-Muslim, a social justice advocate, or a high school student in America right now, and Im sure that comes as no surprise to you, but through your composed, compassionate, and constructive leadership -- youve made me feel like the promise of Yes, we can is still alive.

It isnt going to be easy, and Im scared for what comes after tomorrow, but now I look around and I still see injustice, but I see more than that. I see you just yesterday appointing Ibtihaj Muhammad, an American-Muslim Olympian from my very state, to a Presidential Council. I see the leaders Ive been fortunate to meet in your administration continuing to build on your aspirational vision for our country. I see activists getting ready to resist, rebuild, and revitalize. I see a future for myself and those like me in this country.

So, as I sit here dreading what comes tomorrow listening to I Was Here by Beyonce on repeat -- Im thankful that you were here, for your footprints, and for growing up in an America with a president that uplifted me and so many others.

I became enamored with the promise of Yes, we can as a fourth grader, but as I listened to your final press conference, I realized that come tomorrow: Yes, we must.

Thanks always,

Ziad Ahmed