Mornings with Bee

Found this in my drafts and while I wrote it in college it seems interesting to share, as it reminds me to speak up about something, even if there are disagreements. * This is the extra credit assignment I wrote from a lecture I attended last week. It was about Women of Islam: Liberated or Subjugated. After attending the lecture, I had this moment of strong emotion in the direction of not knowing what to think. For so long I believed everything I saw. And a lot of what I saw was wrong. I was not always taught the difference between right and wrong but was expected to know the difference. I saw the way the elite, upper hand wanted me to see. I now realized that at times I conformed to what I was supposed to believe instead of believing what I wanted to believe. I saw the physicality of the veil, but never thought to think about the meaning behind it. It goes back to not even knowing the real definition of Caucasian. The "White Man" might think he is always right, ...

The last time I was this sick I ended up first on the floor of my apartment, second in the emergency room, and third in surgery; all within about 24 hours. At the time I took it as God's grace reminding me to slow it down, take it easy, and breathe. I keep reminding myself of this same mindset as I lay staring at my ceiling for the last week. Gratefully I have managed to get myself out of bed and moving the last few days. While there is definitely a bug making its way around Southern California, and it got me. It still reminds me of the importance to slow down and appreciate life from a new perspective. Thankfully this time I only ended up at the doctor's office twice, rather than in surgery. Almost three years ago, when I found myself in the hospital, I was on the verge of graduating from college and earning my bachelors in arts. I was so focused and stressed out about making it out that I overworked myself. Little did I know that to be honest, I was going to be graduating n...