Like many others, Allure has spent the pandemic looking inward.
I remember the day in March 2020 our governor enacted a stay-at-home order.
Amid all the anxiety about this mysterious, deadly virus, it was hard to stay positive and hopeful.
A week passed, then a month, and the cases around the country continued to rise.
It seemed like there was no end in sight.
As COVID-19 continued to surge, though, I got scared.
What if my kids got sick or hurt, and the hospitals were overrun?
What if there werent enough medical professionals to care for everyone or they ran out of PPE?
Like many, I passed the time in quarantine and, honestly, numbed my anxiety on social media.
Mindlessly scrolling through TikTok, I felt my first glimmer of hope since quarantine started.
You probably had fears just like me.
What if your little boy or your husband, a doctor, got sick and the hospitals were full?
So many of us felt helpless, but you channeled your fear into action.
I remember when the first COVID-19 death was reported in my area.
Sadly, this became the norm for you and so many other nurses.
Ill admit, I began to lose faith when the pandemic hit.
I felt hopeless without a tangible way to make a difference during this difficult time.
But the journey only motivated you.
Your faith in God kept you going, and you knew there was a reason you were there.
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But you continue to serve in your own community.
Reema, we thank you.
We couldnt do it without you.
