It's Not Right but It's Okay

believe that we’re a bad person if we claim to be of a certain religion, but yet we don’t agree on what is said. Its every person’s decision to be of a certain religion and it’s their decision if they choose to believe in their religion or not. It doesn’t make us bad people if we don’t completely agree with our religion. It’s okay to express our own opinion about certain things. A person can still be a good Muslim even if they aren’t fully…

Fishy. They were the best of friends; they did everything together. One day while playing outside, Cookie had an idea. “Hey Fishy,” Cookie said, “How about we bake a cake?” “Okay, that sounds like a lot of fun,” Fishy replied. “Have you ever baked one?” “No, but I know where to start!” said Cookie. “Let’s go to my kitchen!” “Okay!” So the two friends swam to Cookies house, both of them eager to start baking. However, when they arrived at Cookies house they encountered a slight problem: neither…

the whole sidewalk. Like I’m here walking, trying to get by you and you move to the side of where I was going. Now it makes me look like I’m going to rob you or I’m following you. Now you are going to look at me funny, thinking I’m up to something. It’s simple, just move to the other side of the sidewalk, keep in mind that you aren’t the only one on the street! Honestly they should just make the sidewalks bigger. Don't stagger on like you're drunk. The point of a sidewalk is that you are trying…

with Emily and said “Okay, if…

(Opens Laptop) Abdullah: What's the point of that? It's just some creepy crap. Sami: Stop being such a buzzkill (In a loud voice), Yalla search up some stories. Salem: There’s a lot of topics , which one do I choose? Abdullah: What topics look the creepiest? Salem: I found one that says based on a true story (Prologue) , let me click it. Oooooh, I found a story that’s called My Life , it's pretty short lets read it. Sami: Yalla Salem: Okay i found it , let me read it out.…

In case of pacing the coronary heart rhythm from ventricular conduction device, the price slows right down to 30-40/min and QRS complexes on the ECG are wider than 120 ms. In ventricular traumatic inflammation the depolarization of cardiomyocytes is caused by several mechanisms – reentry, induced hobby, ectopic foci of excitation or mixture of these. In ventricular traumatic inflammation (VF) the heart paintings is useless, fibrillating ventricals are not pumping blood and the circulation stops.…

fat and thin individuals. Discrimination against fat individuals is socially and acceptable form of oppression because law thinks that they are overweight due to their poor health choices (Martin, Nov 16). Kirkland says fat is not protected in civil rights laws unlike race, religion, sex, national origin, age, and disability (Kirkland 401). This is because "protected traits are recognized as history of oppression and are understood to be outside the realm of personal choice" (Kirkland 401).…

can't always control things, but people can do things to help things go more smoothly or going the right directions. Teens should be allowed to read Eleanor & Park because it shows people to be okay with who they are, to keep pursuing even when life throws thunder down at people, and there is always a way out of a situation. Teens should be allowed to read Eleanor & Park because it shows teens to be okay with how they look or who they are as person. This evidence shows that Eleanor falls in…

I’ll Be Okay I was only 9 when it happen I keep telling myself over and over again. I never knew it would happen to me; nobody did. It all started that evening after school. “Mom can I go to the playground to play basketball?” “Yea, just don’t be out too late and have fun”, mom replied. “Okay love you”.”Love you too Tyshawn”. I left and took my favorite basketball with me that I take everywhere I go. When I got there I saw my big cousin and he let me play with him. He’s tall and already have…

sir, you missed the turn.” Just keeps driving. Then it comes into view; the edge of the road. The cliff. He’s driving right toward the cliff, going faster by the second. The last thing I see before we crash over the cliff is the man in the driver’s seat turn around; those dead eyes staring right at me. “Hey Aaron,” says Sophia as I walk toward her and the tree she stands by. It’s our usual meeting spot, everyday for the past 4 years. “Hey Sophia,” I say back. She smiles. We turn and make…