My first year as a student, I called my mother every day to tell her everything that happened, whether it was good or bad, she knew it . My first year of school was the hardest academic year I had ever experienced, I cried and went home every week and every time I came home my mother was there praying and fasting over my behavior. She was there to remind me not to run away from my studies, but to face them with faith and passion. It was not an easy task, but with his motivation, his prayers for me, and his words of encouragement throughout the semester, nothing seemed