Struggles of A Maid…(3)

Say "الحمدالله" everyday when you wake up!!
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"Give it to me," he said.

What? But why?!

"Why?" I asked, confused!

"We don't need you talking on the phone 24/7," Ali said.

"I won't! Please, i have a family to talk to," i said.

"Give. It. To. Me," he looked mad, sounded mad.

I slowly took my phone from my pocket and gave it to Mr. Ali.

"Good," Mr. Ali said. He looked at Leesa, "Leesa, go take a Mary to her room, let her rest."

"Ok Sir," Leesa said. She faced me, "follow me."

I left the bags on the floor and got to Leesa's way.

"Where do you think youre going?" Sir asked.

"Following Leesa," I said.

"Who do you think will take the bags upstairs?" Sir asked.

"I dont know.." I answered.

"Take them now!!" He shouted.

"Okay sir," i said.

I took the bag with me upstairs.

 It is sooo heavy.

Thank God i only have one bag.

I followed Leesa..

Leesa looked Indian or something .

But, she does look lovable !

She took me to our room, it was so tiny.

It had only two beds, and a bathroom.

"Thats the only thing you need" I thought.

There are homeless people all around the world, i should be thankful for having a place to sleep it .

I went to the bathroom to wear my pajamas.

When i got out, i didn't find Leesa.

I'll go to sleep now!!

And i'll see her tomorrow morning.

I went to bed, drifted myself to sleep.


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"Wake up, Mary. Wake up! Mister Ali is mad," Leesa started shaking me.

Struggles of a Maid .. 2

بِسْمِ اللَّهِ الرَّحْمَنِ الرَّحِيمِ (1)

الْحَمْدُ لِلَّهِ رَبِّ الْعَالَمِينَ (2) الرَّحْمَنِ الرَّحِيمِ (3) مَالِكِ يَوْمِ الدِّينِ (4) إِيَّاكَ نَعْبُدُ وَإِيَّاكَ نَسْتَعِينُ (5) اهْدِنَا الصِّرَاطَ الْمُسْتَقِيمَ (6) صِرَاطَ الَّذِينَ أَنْعَمْتَ عَلَيْهِمْ غَيْرِ الْمَغْضُوبِ عَلَيْهِمْ وَلَا الضَّالِّينَ (7)

Its going to be a long two years..

We stopped.

I looked at the window, ahh we arrived.

"Go go," Madame said pointing at the door.

I guess i should get out.

I got out of the car, i got my bag from the trunk.

"Come come," Madame said.

I followed her into the house.

Once i got in, i couldnt believe my eyes.

Wooww!!

Judging from this sight, its a nice place!,

A boy looked at the age of early 20's came down the stairs. He headed our way. To kiss his Madame's forehead.

This reminded me of my son
Madame and the boy talked. Then, the boy faced me.

"My name's Ali and i'm her son," he said pointing at Madame. "I'm the eldest. So, my mom doesn't speak fluent English. If you need anything, ask the other maid, Leesa."

"Okay," i nodded.

"LEESAA!! LEESAA ooo thewwal," he shouted.

It brought chills all over my body.

Is that the way they call the maids?

"Leesa" came running down the stairs.

"Yes sir?" Leesa asked.

"Welcome our new maid, Marry. Show her the place, she'll have to clean the basement and our rooms, do the laundry, and to iron the clothes." Ali said.

"Ok, sir." Leesa said. She faced me, "come with me upstairs."


"Wait," Ali said. "Do you have a phone?"


"Yes, sir." I said.

"Give it to me," he said.

Struggles of A Maid..(1)

This is a great way to spend my last moments with my family. Leaving them for two years is hard for me. I love them so much! Leaving my 4 year old son is much harder. </3 

"Mama, when will i see you?" My son asked.

"Im here, son, don't worry. Now just give me a good night kiss and hug," I started tearing up. This isn't easy for me. 

My son jumped on me, hugging me so tightly. He started kissing my cheeks, and his eyes teared up. Which made me tear up more..

I held his hand, took him to bed. I started slowly singing to make him fall asleep. His tiny hand squeezed into mine. It took him about a while to make him fall asleep.

I slowly let go of him. I kissed his forehead. Closed the lights, and went to the living room to my husband.

"Grace, i will miss you so much." He hugged me tightly.

"Me too, but im just doing this for sake of my family." I said. Managing not to tear up.

"Thankyou. Take care sweet heart." He said.

"Okay!" I smiled.

I took my bags and went outside. The taxi is waiting for me.

I got in, and told him to go to airport.

Im so scared. This is the first time i work as a maid.

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I go into the office, which my 'owner' will pick me up.

The boss started telling me how Kuwaity style works. 

But, the problem is that i don't know how to speak arabic..

My "owner" came to the office after 15 minutes.

She and the boss let me sign this contract for two years.

I didn't want to do it, but i should. Not for me, for my family.

I followed "Ma'am" to the car.

She told me to sit at the back seat, while she's driving.

She started talking to me in half english/half arabic.

I understood half of it.

"Shnu esim mal enta?" Madame said.

I got confused..

"Name name?" Madame said.

haha, oh . 

"My name is Grace." I said, smiling. 

"Grace? shwaya its hard..lets call you Mary." Madame said.

MARY? 

My name is not Mary!!!

Well your name is Madame I dont know what, you see me complaining?

"Ok," I said, forcing a smile.

Its going to be a long two years ..