Devastated

Lately my health hasn’t been quite what I have expected it to be. I thought I’m healthier, I thought I ate better, I thought I was getting stronger and I thought the enzymes in my tummy were giving me a break as I avoided citrus fruits as much as possible. The last time I had serious pain because of the enzymes was because my tummy was usually empty. It shocked me at the moment and I told the doctor that I think I'm eating more than enough. She said I have more enzymes in my body than I should, thus the acids burn the food immediately and they burn the insides of my tummy if I don't eat a light meal every two hours.

Everything was perfectly fine for a while. Apple juice started to play a role in my life instead of the usual orange juice… and instead of my favorite refreshing mint lemonade. Sometimes, I have no idea what goes wrong but the pain starts killing me again. It feels as though an elephant is resting on my chest preventing me from breathing. At some point it feels as though a fire is set to burn my intestines and the very insides of the walls of my tummy. No lungful of air seemed to carry enough oxygen to get over the pain.

I am feeling it now. It is devastating… Yes, it’s not a serious disease, thank God, and yes it’s not fatal, thank God, and yes there are worse cases, may God help them. Nevertheless, what I feel is affecting me rather psychologically.

The last two days have been hell for me. I don’t remember I ever easily cried in front of my mother, let alone crying on her shoulders. Last night I literally cried on her shoulders and hugged her as I told her how I felt weak. In other words my message to her was: Mom, I need you. It was hard for me to let all these emotions out. It's just not me to do so.

Funny how no matter how much you think you’ve grown up, you still feel this need. I know I said 'funny', but I just know it’s totally normal.

It was about 2:00 in the morning and she was asleep. My call woke her up and she came to me when I insisted she comes because I had something serious to talk to her about. Yes, something very serious just hit my realization and I finally came to see how dangerous it could be and so I told my mother. It bothered me so much, even more than the acids in my tummy itself. It made my tummy problem get worse and hence got to me psychologically.

Today… I went to the hospital. The doctor checked on me entirely with and without clothes. I never felt like I needed someone’s help and I never felt so openly close to my mother.

You know when you panic you really say things you never think you’d say. When I was crying earlier at night, and I was crying like a child, I told my mother that I love her more than any of my siblings do, that I feel sad each time she’s in pain and that I cry when she gets sick...etc. I hugged her so tight when she was just so shocked that all these words came out of my mouth. I’m known for being the person who never speaks of/about their emotions. She told me she’ll call a doctor in the morning for both my tummy and my other problem that’s been torturing my thoughts for a while.

Back to what the doctor had to finally say… she gave me good and bad news. Both of which I don’t want to speak of. Everything is just fine but I just need some time until it all sinks in my head and until I really get over the trauma of it all.

So… I’m psychologically very devastated and in need to change my surroundings. I’m moving to my grandma’s house. It’s an hour and a half drive. I’m taking a good book, a collection of good movies and there I will spend quality time reading, watching TV and movies and going to the beach. I will leave my phone behind, if not switched off. Something in me is just not well.

Well, I’ll be away for about a week or more. See you all…. Take care and enjoy your time.

P.S: Yes, I’ll miss everyone. And I’ll miss blogging…

Yours; Canc3riaN

As a Child

As a child, I was afraid of everyone.

As a child, I hated makeup. (I love it now lol)

As a child, I was more of a tomboy.

As a child, I secretly wanted to become a detective.

As a child, I truly felt that nobody could see who I really am inside.

As a child, I was the skinniest girl in school.

As a child, I was an ultimately quiet person.

As a child, I only trusted Moh’d. (he's probably reading this now)

As a child, I was my mother’s shadow feeling weak without her around.

As a child, I never opened up to people and I still don’t easily.

As a child, I was always on alarm thinking that I am somehow watched by someone or something.

As a child, I was locked up in the world of my own imagination.

As a child, I often, by mistake, overheard a lot of adults’ conversations and kept things to myself.

As a child, I always linked what people did in different times and places and quietly did the math in my head to conclude their evil/good intentions.

As a child, I never shared my thoughts – especially with my mother.

As a child, I was attached to our home and no place in the whole world was more peaceful.

As a child, I often tried tricking the guy on TV and changed where I was sitting just to see if his eyes would go somewhere else. Of course that was dumb. (stop laughing)

As a child, I often imagined myself on a huge stage acting like a famous celebrity of something. Oh my God, all this was in my head!

As a child, I had one of the best handwritings in class.

As a child, I had a crush on a senior when I was only in 2nd grade. What was I thinking. Wait, I was only a child!

As a child, I was into art. What happened?

As a child, I thought my dad was a super hero. (he still is my hero and my inspiration).

As a child, I was innocent. Such a strong word.

As a child, I often tried to impress the older boys by playing football with them in the field. Again, what THE HELL was I thinking? Yet again, I was only a child.

As a child, I often tried to read people’s minds. Also, I remember I would try to imagine what lied under that face, that skin… yes skeletons and skulls. Hmm don’t ask why.

As a child, I was never myself around my mother. Now, we’re like close friends.

As a child, I used to look for dandelions and gently blew them in the air.

As a child, I was thrilled about ‘rounders’ – a sport we played in school with Ms. Ursula. I miss her. I wonder what happened to her.

As a child, I wished I had a sister. I regret that. She’s sitting next to me now!

As a child, I used to sleep-talk and sometimes sleep-walk. I still sleep-talk, though.

As a child, I thought “what if our life was a sitcom that God watches… just like how we watch series and sitcoms too”.

As a child, I thought all countries and all nationalities stood together and loved each other. Lovely innocent thought huh?!


But you know what?

As a child, who thought I would be writing all this in something called a BLOG?

Surely there’s much more of things I used to do or be as a child. But that’s all I can think of for now.

From 1:00 to 4:00 AM

Just like everybody else in this world… just like everyone around us… just like anyone we see whether we know them or not, we have issues. We have problems and things we think we have no solutions to. Yet, we keep digging and walking in circles trying to find a way, not the easy way out, but the best way out!

From 1:00 to 4:00 Am… when people like me are supposed to be sleeping and resting and dreaming of tomorrow, I instead stay up all night and drown in my own thoughts, worries, memories, manifestations, dreams. Every thought seems to build up a step for the thought coming after.

Those steps keep going higher and higher and finally I start to reach the top. Suddenly, I trip and everything I built falls, like my tears, and collapses, like myself. I end up crying myself to sleep. Sometimes, I don’t sleep at all. At other times, though, I get a grip and smile totally convinced that tomorrow I will have a laugh looking back at my days/nights of confusion.



It’s been a while since I cried now. I’m becoming tougher and tougher by the second. I like that. It’s what I longed to be…! Yet, my heart still beats out receptive weeps of softness.



Although my achievements aren’t much, I still consider them lovely steps that make me proud. Although people might think I haven’t yet seen the world I feel like I lived a thousand lives. The number of years you lived is nothing in comparison to the simple incidents that taught you what one could never have learnt in a life time. Yes, I learnt lessons and lessons and lessons… I could write a book. Only my ink would be my tears and my inspiration would be my pride. My wounds, however, would be my manuscript.



Yes, from 1:00 to 4:00 Am, the world could be sleeping but still I am breathing with eyes wide open a nonstop-flow of memories, of reviews and of meditations. Nothing broke me and nothing will. Many painful incidents hurt me so much but only proved to me that my faith is strongly deep in God, in fate, in tomorrow and in those who love me.



Loved? Yes, by so many people I could even lose count of. I have friends who would do anything for me. I have parents who cherish me. I have siblings who miss me when I’m gone and come to me with stories to tell and laughs to share.



How can life be so perfect and yet so dull? Or is it just my “inability to sleep” speaking with anger now?



Okay now the sun is up… Good morning and sweet dreams to me!

What Made Me Play Again

Okay guys so here’s the thing about me and video games. I can barely remember when was the last time I actually held a joystick in my hand and really played a video game, let alone playing with enthusiasm! According to my memory, it’s been something like… okay I think I was in eighth grade when I last played.

Believe it or not, I used to love Need4Speed. I also loved Crash Bandicoot, it was like my favorite. Someone got us a game called “Pepsi Man” LOL, I remember kint al3ab eb’6emeeer! And Ohhhh… TEKKEN was something I loved! Very good when you’re angry. Yes yes I know it’s a guys’ game bas el a39ab mat3arf shoo bint w shoo walad LOL YOU JUST WANNA PUNCH AND HIT AND KILL.

Anyway so… for all these years I stopped playing and I lost every interest in even spending five minutes to play a dumb game to kill time. Play station…etc were just NOT something I would consider at any case.

Anyway… two weeks ago my brother got something that finally made me feel like “YALLA YALLA MY TURN GIVE ME THE JOYSTICK” hahaha… it’s:

“Nintendo Wii”

Seriously, when you hold the joystick and play like you’re really in the game THAT’s WHAT I CALL “3aysheen el door” ! and that’s what Nintendo Wii does. My arms actually hurt for two days after having played TENNIS and BOXING! LOL.

But again… It only got my attention for one week. I’m back to “I don’t care about video games”. LOL Cuz seriously I'm the type of person who couldn't care less about these games. I'm all about music and magazines and surfing the net and spending hours on the phone or in front of the TV!

But BRAVO to Nintendo Wii as it MADE ME GRAB A JOYSTICK again (for only a week though) LOL.

PS: I still have to go try S.Mad’s Play Station 3. Haha

Pranks!

Yes yes, you know what I’m talking about! That evil hustle… the filthy plan… the wicked intention… the ACT of making a fool out of your friend causing their face to go red and purple from the embarrassment and sometimes humiliation while your face goes blue because of the lack of oxygen when you’ve laughed so hard in their face! And what do we call it? “Just a prank!” – with the most innocent expressions on our faces. LOL

Yes, I was that evil back in school… very evil. It’s a gift from God to be able to act so REALISTICALLY! I can prank any person in the whole world, but the only person I failed to beat is my own mother! She knows me inside out (mwah)! She and I are like friends and she knows me too well to fall for my pranks!

So anyway, that was back in high school. I almost forgot all about the word “prank” when university life started. I got so busy and my life became so crowded, if you know what I mean. But now… ta-daaaaa!! Here I come again! BACK TO MY PRANKING SPIRIT! Hehe…

3ad a7la shay when you prank a dumb person or a person who is so naïve. I discovered recently that Gabriello (my brother) is such an easy person to prank. He knows what I’m talking about!

GABY LET ME REMIND YOU: [ “%$#%&@$% Says: Hey Moe... ana ReeZ!]

S.Mad: YOU ARE THE BEST SUPPORT!!

W la ba3ad it’s summer now so more and more pranks to come and take place! ;)

Hehehe…

Yalla let’s all share our pranking experiences… and feel free to express your anger if you’ve ever been pranked so badly! =P

More Than What it Seems!

I have gladly reached a point in my life where I believe I do have an idea of what life really is behind the scenes. It is amazing what I have got to know and it does not surprise me to also know that there is even more to yet encounter. Throughout my years which I have spent in this journey of “life” I have learnt a great deal of lessons. However, the most precious lesson I learnt is how to open my eyes properly and see with my eyes, heart, and brain at the same time. I see using my eyes and get the image fixed in my head then my brain tells me more than just the colors and shapes I see… it tells me what’s really in it for me. Finally, I also see with my heart which then indicates the feelings that my brain has interpreted. This is how we should see everything around us from people to nature to still life and to life itself.

Yes, your eyes are not all you have to be sighted for I have learnt that blind people can actually see around them, too. What we see is not necessarily what it seems from the outside and judging through stereotypes is definitely not how we should see those we interact with everyday or even those we meet for the first time. I can see now that not every Mexican plays guitar, not every Muslim prays five times a day, not every person follows a religion, parents don’t have all the answers, not all doctors understand pain, friends don’t have to be identical in their beliefs, home is not just shelter and furniture, you are loved but you are also hated, a language is not just words said differently as each language carries an entire culture inside it… and the list goes on and on.

With all that’s been said, having learnt all that, I must say I also learnt that feelings are an “easy come, easy go” type of thing. Depression is only temporary… a surprise is only felt for a moment… sadness can camp over your life but it leaves you alone afterwards. Happiness comes and entertains you from time to time (hopefully most of the time). So, feelings come in the shape of a cycle. Every feeling is seasoned with a special sensation. But once again, optimism and satisfaction are what I carry along with me these days throughout the different seasons of my emotions.

P.S: Image shot by "DOROO" --> http://doroo.deviantart.com/

An Interesting Spanish Proverb

“Cada cabeza es un mundo” – This Spanish saying that immediately and very deeply caught my attention had automatically been placed among my top beliefs. I remember how outranged my hunger was to not only learn but also find ways to learn more about the language and culture. This saying which literally means “Every head is a world” can be seen in many different ways really. But ever since I was introduced to this magnificent proverb, which is 4 years ago, I tend to believe in it deeper and deeper with each minute that passes by. It’s funny how these simple five words when put together had really enchanted me into thinking wisely and more openly with friends, family, colleagues, and even strangers.

The sense of anatomy and comparison permanently camped in through my head. Not anatomizing to see the right and wrong, the black and white, the ups and downs, but in fact, this anatomization came with a whole different intention: To see how diverse and varied this universe is.

Let’s think of ourselves. My head has its own universal, systematical strategies in terms of how to function and to what directions interpretations should go. Such particular thoughts give me such amazement and urge you to praise God. Humans are after all the most complex creatures. Yes… each head is a world… and you know what is funny here? The circular shape of the head is truly taking the shape of, as they say: MUNDO (=World)! And it seems as though it’s keeping your system and functions locked up in a secret office. Just like the skeletons people hide in their own closets, each head has a world of its own that is well hidden inside ones thoughts and heart. Yes my friends…cada cabeza es “definitely” un mundo!

Is it a Curse from School ?

I don’t know what’s wrong with the school I graduated from! We’ve always heard bad news every now and then about classmates, friends or other students from different classes. I remember the first serious bad news I got that had to do with me and my childhood memories, and even more strongly it was related to my brother. It was one of his friends whom he has grown up with. He was two years older than I was. When we were little (I was in third grade) I remember his sister and I teamed up against him and my brother. We used to run all around the playground, we used to eat together; we used to fight over stickers and have the most childish conversations ever. I remember how he would try to get us envious of his name while he told us how famous it was and very common among cartoon characters. That’s because his name was not a common Emirati name at all. I remember he would tell us about Greece and then his sister and he would speak some Greek to make us familiar with the language. Then, I remember the bell would ring, I would go to my class, his sister would go to her class, my brother and he would go to class together. Years passed by… my brother and I left that school and when we came back I don’t even know if they remember the memories we had. We really weren’t in touch much. As the years passed by, we came back to the same school, my brother and I. I was in tenth grade now and my brother and he were seniors. They graduated and I remember the girls and I would make fun of him and call him Enrique for he looked like Enrique Iglesias. I remember that for a while he never attended his classes because of a fight that took place. The guys made fun and joked saying that he most probably died… well, what did they know? A year after that, he really died at around the same time. He died in an accident while driving to meet up with some friends. He was wearing a shirt that belonged to one of his best friends whom he was supposed to meet that night. What do we know? Later that night, that friend of his saw him die… wearing his shirt. The whole school went dark and sad. I remember that day very well. All I was haunted by is the memories I had of him and his sister. They only had each other and their mom. Their house must have been so empty after his death for he was the only man. He was also a kind hearted person who cared a big deal about his sister.

After this incident, and after I had graduated, I never stopped hearing news of students’ deaths – students from my school. My friends and I really began to think that our school was cursed. We heard rumors about two other guys who died and a girl, too.

Today, I again heard the saddest news. Back then when we were in school, there were those very highly respected twins whom nobody spoke of in any manner other than respect and pride. They set the perfect example of ideal youth. Throughout the years I spent in school, never have I ever heard anything negative of them. And today the news just struck me. My brother was sitting checking his mobile phone and told me “The twins… they had a terrible accident. One died, one is in the ICU and might not make it”. It was very sad because I never saw one without the other… what would his life be without his closes brother all of a sudden! His brother who was his TWIN which means he was LITERALLY part of him! I shall stop here. To keep on talking about this does no good at all. “Allah yer7ama… w y9abber haleh… w yeshfy o5ooh w y3eeena 3ala frag his twin”. But one last word, though! I must say that people like them “ma yen5af 3alaihom” mashalla. Yen5af 3ala those illi lail w nhar ‘3afleen 3an rabhom w a5rathom… Allahomma as2aloka 7osn al 5atema… Death really knows no age.

My Forbidden Tan

I went to the beach yesterday. I spent all day there. I mean it – I literally spent all day there (from 12:00 noon to 9:00 PM). You see, I am already bronze and I don’t need to get a tan. My mother doesn’t want my skin to get exposed to a lot of direct sun because my color really changes quickly – more like immediately! And she warned me saying: Itha yaiteeni min9al5a la ted5leen el bait. From her tone, I just knew that she meant what she said because she’s been having enough of me going out and coming back home with a multicolored skin hehe.
So, this fear got planted inside me now because I know my punishment would be “No more going to the beach for you this summer”. For that reason, I decided to sit inside the café and read magazines while having a light snack hoping that the time would pass quickly until the sun gets less burning. Meanwhile, my friends were out there lying under the sun dying to get my color ;) Doesn’t it feel great to know that you’re born with the perfect tan already??? (Sorry, S.Mad and ReeZ I just had to say that sentence).
Anyway, I had a lemon margarita with some French fries… and just sat there! It started to get boring and not even half an hour passed yet. And guess what is facing me? Just guess what was in front of my eyes the whole time? THE TEMPTING BEACH! It was never bluer than yesterday and the sands were never more crystal-like than yesterday, and the shore was never clearer than yesterday. The seashells were of all colors and they also shined under the bright sun. Yes, it was like the glittery shores that we see in the movies.
I tried to sit still, I fought each minute and each second but the beach was irresistible. Finally, I stood up… and flew to the beach where I saw my friends still suffering to get a decent tan. I called them crazy for not yet swimming and enjoying the water. And there I went enjoying the swim and floating while I daydreamed and listened to my own breathing. It’s the best feeling on earth to float among the sea waves and get lost with your thoughts under the bright sun and the clear blue sky.
I then freaked out when I saw myself in the mirror after taking a shower in the club. I became what my mother warned me not to be. I got a tan which I thought was extremely sexy and amazing but I know to my mom it’s TOO DARK and not nice! Hehe Well, I got yelled at, but hey when I remember the lovely sensation of floating under the sun and feeling the waters travel with you in waves made think: It’s WORTH ALL THE YELLING!!

P.S: Dynamic Deeds walla you missed it. I wish you could have made it. Next time inshalla (Whenever I'm allowed to go again =P )

Photos, Changes and Lessons.

I was going through old albums looking at photos of when my siblings and I were really young. Young with dirty cheeks, clothes that had stains of all colors you could imagine, messy hair, face expressions only children would have and most importantly; we were being us - being purely natural. Looking at these photos also took me back in time. I could relive the moment when each photo was taken. I still remember when, why and how some photos were taken. In some photos I was very shy I wouldn’t even smile. In other photos where my mom had really done a great job keeping my hair and dress very neat, I would look so stiff with a forced smile. That is of course because I was never used to being so neat as a child. Not forgetting the fact that I never had sisters back then which meant that my role models were dirty messy brothers. So you could only imagine how hard it was for me to smile with glee to the camera. I just couldn’t wait to take off all the pinky stuff and put on my raggy shorts and go out to play on a pile of sand with my brothers and whoever else was there too.

Oh yes… how we’ve changed! Life really filled up our minds and brains. It’s not only life alone but in fact, the contribution first comes from within YOU. It comes from what your parents filled your spirit with. It’s the push behind your parents wise decisions and choices. It’s the guidance and escort from your parents. But most importantly it’s YOU who decided to follow these steps with acknowledgement.

Looking at those photos I couldn’t stop thinking - I never knew back then one little tiny bit of what I know today; I never expected to have the dreams I have today; I never even thought of thinking of what could today be like; I didn’t know how innocent I was and I definitely never thought of what I would be capable of doing today, let alone tomorrow! All these meditations kept rushing in and out my head. I then thought; What does man know anyways?! Man is week with his knowledge but according to his time he is certainly a mastermind, only to become tomorrow’s ignorance, for tomorrow a new genius shall stand.

Feelings grow with us as we grow. Photos are only kept to prove to us that we are still who we are - only a bigger, funkier, more rebellious version has taken shape. I still remember my pink blouse that had the drawing of a woman. I remember that if I were wearing it at night I would never go stand in front of a mirror because the reflection of that lady scared me. I remember how I kept checking all day if I turned into a werewolf yet - just because I had a nightmare on the subject. I still remember how I slapped my dad late at night when I was about four because he scolded me earlier that day. I will always remember the anger I carried when I was around certain people.

As children we all went through these feelings, but hey, have we ever noticed that the feelings are still as strong today as they were back then? As kids we got so scared and worried over silly things because compared to our age, the fear is just as big as it is of today. The fear that I got when I was 19 getting my "yatho0m" is just as strong as the fear I got when I was only about 5 or 6 watching the episode of Tom & Jerry where the witch comes along. Just imagine that! Anyway fear is just an example, there’s all kinds of feelings like sadness, nervousness and excitement.

All this really teaches me to never underestimate a child’s reaction to something. Just like how we have to take our cameras to the eye level of the interviewee or the scene of action, we should also take our minds and walk or play along our conversations putting in mind the level this child is seeing themselves in. When we were kids we needed that. I have temporarily moved to Live at my grandmother’s house and it opened my eyes to many things. I learnt that mood swings are your worst enemy and should be defeated in order to survive. You either kill your mood or lose the people. I’d rather choose none of the above. Instead, I’ll use people to please my mood and vise-versa; I’ll reshape my mood to please both, me and the people. So, yes we do take photos as lesson reviews besides as memories that could make us either smile or cry. And yes, we do learn from children around us because we were once the children surrounding other grownups. The plan isn’t for you only to grow and survive but also to play a role in helping and escorting the younger generation the same way other grownups held your hand lifting you up to the world and dreams you live today as a young grownup.

When I see a photo I see more than just an image. I see words, lessons, reflections and facts. You see how you’ve changed and how you can bring change to others. But best of all, you see that no matter how much "change" can affect the "you" inside you, you still grow to keep the "real" you somewhere inside.

However, if you lock yourself and your mind out of this world, you will find that little child in you again. Such a graceful moment that would be... !

I admit I have made mistakes in my life just like anybody else. The more mistakes I make, or the more balance I lose, the more attached I get to the innocent photos which remind me of who I am and what I was. Hopefully they would reload my spirit. But unfortunately, some photos take me to painful memories of sad times or evoke an old pain. However, I keep thanking Allah and my parents that I am who I am. I am proud of who I am and what I do and my dreams will build a stronger base until I could finally touch them and see them alive. I push everyone to pride because pride pushes away all the torpedoes life can offer along the way. Positive, optimistic pride is highly needed and recommended.

Natacha St Pierre

Natacha St Pierre… she’s young… she’s Canadian from New Brunswick. Her voice and telent in singing and playing the piano are just impecable. There is not one song that I didn’t like; or maybe it’s because of her magical voice. My friend’s car is invaded by my Natacha songs hehehe.. Sorry S.MAD but come on I know you love all my CDs the way I love yours :P.

Anyway… here’s a list of my fav songs by her:

Un ange frappe a ma porte
Tant Que C’est Toi
De L’amour Le Mieux
Tu Trouveras
Sans Le Savoir
Tu M’envoles
Je T’aime Encore
Dans Mes Nuits

I would say her songs are perfect if you’re looking for relaxation.

When it’s time to go wild and crazy I have a different list of crazy Spanish songs which also already invaded S.Mad’s car =P

Translation: "Puertas Misteriosas"

I have translated what I wrote under the title “Puertas Misteriosas” at the request of my friend “S.Mad”. =)
So here’s what I wrote and I wrote it when I was bored and just “breathing” letting a million thoughts flow in and out my head…. :

I find a door in front of me each time I reach a new stage in my life. Each door is a mystery. Each door is a story. Each door is an adventure… and each door has an answer. If people already knew what is behind every door in every stage of their life, then what would be the purpose of their existence? People are brought to life to search, learn, work and decide to take the right or wrong path. Finally, there is heaven and there is hell. The question is: Which door takes to heaven? Which door takes to hell?
Yes. Every door is a mystery and every door hides an answer!

Puertas Misteriosas

Encuentro una puerta delante de mí cada vez que alcanzo una nueva etapa en mi vida. Cada puerta es un misterio. Cada puerta es una historia. Cada puerta es una aventura... y cada puerta tiene una respuesta. Si la gente supiera ya cuál está detrás de cada puerta en cada etapa de su vida, entonces cuál sería el propósito de su existencia? La gente está en la vida para buscar, para aprender, para trabajar y para decidir tomar la trayectoria derecha o incorrecta. Finalmente, hay cielo y hay infierno. La pregunta es: Qué puerta lleva el cielo? Qué puerta lleva el infierno? Sí. Cada puerta es un misterio y cada puerta oculta una respuesta!

Note: Me disculpo si mi espanol tiene errores gramaticales. Intento mejorar mi espanol.