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Few days back I am reading in paper that this girl from saudi is climbing everest. It is big thing for this girl because you know how they are in saudi for woman. They are not allow to do anything. But some of them are trying to make change to that. Like this girl who is climbing the mountain. Or that saudi girl who is doing judo in olympics. Or the girl who is going to jai for driving a car. Only one of them is climbing Mount Everest. But all of them are climbing very big mountain to make change.&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway I am thinking of this girl climbing mount everest and then I am thinking of this mountain in my home country. It is called Mount Mayon. It is volcano. Few days back I am reading in internet that &amp;nbsp;it is erupting. For only one minute or something. but it is killing some people. So scary. Imagine you have this dream to climb a mountain. One minute you are alive and so happy because your dream is coming true. Next minute there is a volcano and your dreams are gone forever.&lt;br /&gt;
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This volcano is called Mayon but we also call it Bulkang Magayon. Because of the story we hear when we are small. The story is that there is this beautiful princess. Daragang Magayon. She is falling in love with this boy. But he is not like a prince. Like romeo and juliet &amp;nbsp;story there is a big fight. Both lovers are dying. Where they are burying the princess a big mountain is growing. This is Mount Mayon. When the mountain is erupting they say she is crying for her lover.&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway I was talking about the saudi girl who is climbing the mountain. My grandmother always tell me this. She say mountain have two side. One is sunny side. one is dark side. If you are stuck on the dark side you have to climb up the mountain so you can reach the sunny side. My grandmother always tell me thing like this when I am having difficulty in my life. Like she say Sally without rain how can there be a rainbow?&lt;br /&gt;
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But today I am thinking this. What happens when you reach the top of this mountain?&amp;nbsp;Your dream is come true.&amp;nbsp;You are so happy. Everything is sunny. You have reached the top. You have climbed up from the dark side. After that only two thing can happen. you can go down this mountain or you can stay on top of this mountain.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you go down hope you can always stay on the sunny side. hope you do not go back down into the dark side of this mountain. And if you can stay on top of this mountain hope there is no volcano. that takes away your dream. in one minute.&lt;/div&gt;
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I am reading in internet that the singer of Gangnam style has new song. The name of this new song is Gentleman. When I read this I think how this singer is become so famous with one song. No one is even understand what Gangman style song is meaning but still everyone is singing it. and dancing like they are on horse. Even small children like two and three years old is doing gangnam style in park. I know it is silly dance. but even I just want to dance like that when I am hearing the song.&lt;/div&gt;
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Last month one day Sara is saying Sally do you know what is harlem shake. I tell Sara I know Abu Dhabi Sheikh. and Dubai Sheikh. What is this Harlem Sheikh? Sara is laughing so much. She is telling maam. Maam is also laughing and saying Sally you are so funny.Then Sara is bringing her laptop and showing me what this harlem shake is. It is so stupid. People are just dancing like they are going mad. There is some stupid song that is playing. I dont know why it is so famous this harlem shake.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Then Sara is saying Sally we are also going to do harlem shake. She is putting the music on. Camera on. They she say come on everybody lets do the harlem shake. Maam is dancing. Rayan is dancing. Sara is dancing. So even I do dancing. It is lot of fun. After that we are all looking at the movie. We look so stupid. But Sara is so happy that we are all looking stupid. Sara say she is going to put on internet. Maam say Sara it is ok to have fun but not ok to put on internet.&amp;nbsp;Sara is getting upset. She say mom you are so mean. what is point of doing the video if no one is allow to see it? She go to her room.&lt;/div&gt;
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Full time after that I am thinking of this dance. How something so stupid is become so famous? When I meet my friend Vicky I tell her we are all doing harlem shake in the house. Vicky say Sally you are so lucky. Your maam is doing so much fun with you. She say I wish even I can do harlem shake with my maam.&lt;/div&gt;
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Two days before in Dubai there is earthquake. Actually earthquake is in Iran. But everything is shaking even in Dubai. Light is shaking. Glass is shaking. Full house is shaking like it is going to fall down. Maam say Sally it is earthquake run out of house. We are running outside. Everyone is running outside. Even Vicky and her maam is running outside.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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When I see Vicky I want to laugh.&amp;nbsp;I tell you why. Vicky wish to do harlem shake with her maam. But instead she is doing a Dubai shake. And not the type that is a Gentleman.&lt;br /&gt;
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Maam is so excited. Her best friend in Dubai is getting married. Her name is Miss S. I cannot say the real name because you know why. Miss S is making maam the maid of honor. Maam is telling me Sally I am so happy for Miss S to be getting married. &amp;nbsp;I think maam is more happy because her friend is making her maid of honor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Full day maam is on phone with her friend. They are doing all planning. Maam is happy because the &amp;nbsp;wedding is in dubai only. She tell me Sally for first time I am able to be in wedding like this. otherwise all wedding is taking place in home country and I am having to miss the wedding.&lt;/div&gt;
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Maam is buying new dress. New shoes. Miss S dress is coming. Maam is showing me everything. She say Sally I know you are interested in seeing this wedding. She tell me Miss S is inviting me for the wedding. for help for cooking in wedding house.&amp;nbsp;Because lot of people is coming from lot of places. Maam say that Miss S say I can come for wedding if I help with cooking and other things. I am so excited.&amp;nbsp;Maam is buying for me new dress.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I know Miss S very well. She is getting married second time. First time she is doing divorce because her husband is not nice man. That is what she is saying one time when she is coming to this house. She say Sally you marry nice man only. my first husband is not nice man. he is like garbage. My new husband is good man better than my first husband.&lt;/div&gt;
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I am thinking what her first husband is doing to her that she is calling him garbage. Maybe he is doing affair with other girl. I ask maam why Miss S is getting divorce. Maam is looking at me like I am going mad. She say Sally you mind your business. Why you are poking your nose in everything? Maam is not liking that I am interested in her friend.&lt;/div&gt;
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Then maam say something. She say Sally you need to be clear. Miss S is my friend. She is not your friend. You are not her maid of honor. Just because you are coming to wedding does not mean you and Miss S are best friends. Remember your place you are the maid. I feel little bit angry that maam is talking to me like this. I am doing so much work for maam and Miss S for this wedding. I feel very upset with myself when I get angry for thing like this. Because I know I can never do friendship with maam or Miss S. But still it hurt my feeling.&lt;/div&gt;
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Before I am going to Oman for my first job I am going for training by my agency. I am telling you this before one time. That we are going to agency bungaloo for training when we are waiting for our visa. They teach us many things. Like folding napkin for dinner party. And how to do bleach of white clothes. How to make bed. How to do vaccum. Like that. Anyway why I am telling you all this again is this reason. The agency also tell us always say truth to employer. Always respect. Always honor employer. My grandmother also always tell me this. Always respect and honor your maam.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I know I am not the best friend and maid of honor for this wedding. I know I must honor and respect for maam. But sometimes maam make me so angry and upset. Tomorrow I will forget my upset. But today&amp;nbsp;I just have to swallow my upset and pretend. To respect her. To honor her. To like her.&lt;/div&gt;
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Miss S is not my friend. Maam is making that very clear. but still I hope her new husband is not pretending to honor and respect her. I hope he is not pretending to be a man of honor.&lt;/div&gt;
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Few days back I am going with maam to jumera and there is so much traffic on the road. Maam is getting so frustrated with driving. She tell me Sally this traffic jam is just so much I wish it would clear. I am not able to drive like this.&amp;nbsp;all the traffic is coming back to dubai.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I am asking maam what she is meaning for this. Maam tell me Sally few year back when all the job is going from Dubai all the traffic is also going with the job. Now the job is all coming back so many more people coming to Dubai. so all the traffic is also coming back. That make sense to me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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But full time I am thinking of this word traffic jam. Why they call it traffic jam and not traffic bread or traffic butter? Maybe because jam is so sticky and you are stuck in traffic? I dont know so if you know you tell me.&lt;/div&gt;
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Because of traffic jam maam is getting late for picking up children.&amp;nbsp;Sara is having no problem. She is doing chatting with all her friends at school. It is like she is not even realise that her mother is not there. But&amp;nbsp;Rayan is so upset. He say mummy I wait and wait for you and you are not coming. Maam is saying so sorry Rayan this traffic is very bad today and my car is not moving. Rayan say mummy if traffic so bad and car is not moving why you are not taking taxi? I am laughing because he is not understanding that even taxi is getting stuck in the traffic jam. He is not understanding that in a traffic jam there is no where to go.&lt;/div&gt;
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Today I am writing my blog after many days because I am so busy. I am thinking it is like my blog is stuck in traffic jam. The traffic jam is in my head. I have so many things I have to do that my blog is getting stuck. I am so busy that all my idea for my blog is stuck inside my head and cannot come out on the computer. I wish I dont have so much work so I can write more. My life is stuck in this traffic jam of work so it cannot move anywhere.&lt;/div&gt;
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I wish that my road become clear so that my journey cannot be slowed down by this traffic jam.&lt;/div&gt;
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Few days back I am seeing this picture in the paper. It is remind me of what maam always telling Sara and Rayan. Maam always saying stranger danger. She always tell them do not go with anyone who is stranger. She is even giving them password to remember. So if someone come and say your mother is calling you come in my car then they can ask the person what is the password.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Sara is saying mummy I am not stupid girl. of course I am not going with stranger. And she say Mummy I can always phone you and ask. She is correct. But sometime she leave her mobile at home. Then how will she phone? Maam is getting so angry with Sara when she is not taking phone. She say Sara why I have got this phone for you if you leave it at home. Then she is taking away her phone for punishment. Then Sara does not have her phone again. Sometimes I am not understanding the punishment that maam is giving to Sara.&lt;/div&gt;
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Anyway before I forget I tell you what I am seeing in paper. It is this picture of prince of Abu Dhabi. He is seeing a girl sitting outside her school and tell her he will drop her home. The girl say no because he is stranger. The girl is knowing he is the prince but still she is saying no. because even if he is prince he is still stranger to her. I think this is very sweet story. The prince is so kind. The girl is so smart. Everyone is happy. This story of a stranger has a happy ending.&lt;/div&gt;
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For me when I come to Dubai everyone is a stranger. Except my cousin Luena. Everybody I am talking to is a stranger.&amp;nbsp;If there is a stranger danger I do not know before I take the job. Then&amp;nbsp;I come into a strangers house. I live in a strangers house. I eat in a strangers house. I sleep in a strangers house. I look after a strangers children. I hope the stranger becomes my family.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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And it is same for the maam and sir. She is taking stranger in her house. She is letting stranger sleep in her house. Eat in her house. live in her house. look after her children. She is teaching her child about stranger danger. But she is letting stranger come inside her life.&lt;/div&gt;
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And not all storys of strangers have a happy ending.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Maya is a bird in my home country. It is a small bird and when I am growing up my father tell me that it is national bird of my home country. Now the eagle is the national bird. Poor maya is now the forgotten bird.&lt;br /&gt;
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Last month I am learning new meaning of the word Maya. Many years ago there are some people called maya who are saying that the world is ending on 21 dec. They have a calender and this calender is saying this. Lot of people are talking about this maya calendar. Even in the paper they are putting story about world is ending.&lt;br /&gt;
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In this new house I have many new friends. One of them is Sita. She is from India. She say that in her home country the word maya is meaning something that is not real. Like a dream. Like a ilusyon. illusion. I am one time seeing this movie called Ilusyon what you see is not what you get. It is about this man who is pretend to be someone else to impress girl. I am now thinking of this movie&lt;br /&gt;
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Sara is having a friend. Her name is also Maya. I ask her what her name is meaning. She tell me it means mother in one language and water in other language. Maam is hearing all this. She is asking me why I am asking.&lt;br /&gt;
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I tell her maam Maya mean so many thing.&amp;nbsp;I explain all the meaning. Maam say Sally I am surprised that you think so much. &amp;nbsp;I tell her maam maybe you have maya that I do not think. Maam say Sally go do your work. But she is smiling.&lt;br /&gt;
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21 Dec is coming and going and the world is not ending. The year is ending but the world is not ending. I am happy it is not ending because if it ends I will never see my son again in this world.&lt;br /&gt;
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So many meanings for one word. Maya is no more the national bird in my country. But the maya birds life is not ending. Maya calendar says the world is ending. But the world is not ending. Maya mean mother. And mothers love is never ending.&lt;br /&gt;
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Maya means water. This is the most important for life. &amp;nbsp;Few days back I am reading in paper that so much water is wasting that one day we have no water in UAE. They say it is like crisis. Even I am everyday wasting so much water. I have to do change in my life also. Because no water means no life.&amp;nbsp;Maybe the maya people know that the water in this world is ending one day?&amp;nbsp;If water ends the maya bird will end. the world will end. everything will end. Even never ending mothers love.&lt;br /&gt;
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Maya means illusion. I am thinking that it is biggest illusion that water will not end. I think we all have to &amp;nbsp;remove this illusion. remove this maya. Otherwise what the maya people say will be true. The world will be ending.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Lot of people leave comment on my blog. I love seeing the comment. But since few months I am getting a lot of rubbish comment. Like someone will say go fishing in dubai. or go on dhow cruise. It is having nothing to do with my blog story. It is all nonsense. So now I am checking every comment before I am letting it come on my blog. If it is rubbish comment then I am removing it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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But few days ago someone is leaving comment that is really disturbing me. It say Sally I want to f you. I dont even want to write the f word on my blog. I tell you why it is disturbing me. Because lot of people think that because I am a housemaid they can do anything with me. Because people think I am a maid I can be used however they are wanting. Like a toy for them.&lt;/div&gt;
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There is something called stats on my blogspot when I am login. In that I can see something called search keyword. I remember Lilibeth tell me that search keyword is what people are using to find my blog. I like to see that sometimes. It is interesting. Usually it is like filipina maid. or Dubai maid. or dubai maid blog. or filipina maid blog. or just dubaisally. But some people are looking for filipina maid sex. or filipina dubai massage. or filipina maid and that f word. or filipina call girl dubai. or something like that. It is making me angry. It may not make you angry but it is making me upset that people think all filipina maid is only good for things like this. They are not good people these people who are looking for things like this.&lt;/div&gt;
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There is a story last month in paper about this employer who is accuse his filipina maid of molesting the employers 8 year old son. The maid is deny the story. If this is true story then this maid needs to go to jail for ever. If it is true.&amp;nbsp;I really really hope it is not true.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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But we will never know the true story. Because this is happening in her employers house we will never know who is telling true story. If it is true it is so sad. Because this maid if she is doing this thing is so bad person. And because people will only remember this story. And think all filipina maid is doing bad thing. If it is not true then it just show you how much power employer is having on the life of a house maid.&lt;/div&gt;
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People think that just because we are housemaids we are the property of the employer. This is because once we go into employers house no one is knowing what is happening to maid. The maid is at mercy of employer. If he is good then her life is good. If the employer is bad then her life is bad. If he accuse her of stealing then she is ban. even if she is not stealing. If he accuse her of doing sex with gardener then usually no one is believing the maid. because the employer is having more power. It is because the maid is on employers visa and he is having full power on her. I know some maids are doing bad things but not all maids are bad. And lot of maams and sirs are good but not all maams and sirs are good. But we never know the true story of what is happen inside the house.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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There is another story in National newspaper that is making me angry. It say Dubai maid is treat with affection. I am very happy for this maid. but why this story is in the paper? Why this story is so important story? Maybe because all maid story is not having a happy end like this one. In the same paper on same page is a story about two maids who are treated like slave.&lt;/div&gt;
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So today I am protesting all these comments. I am protesting people thinking that maid is their toy to play with. I am protesting maid who do bad things that make people think all maid is bad. I am protesting the power that employer have on the maid. I am protesting that not all maid is treated with affection.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I wish I can remove all these bad things like I am removing the bad comments on my blog.&lt;/div&gt;
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Before Christmas maam is bringing Christmas tree. She tell me Sally when we are moving to Dubai they are not letting me bring Christmas tree in my luggage. they say it is not allow. She say she have very big Christmas tree with lights and she is giving it away to her friend. Now in Dubai she is having smaller Christmas tree so she is not happy. She say Sally how I wish I have my big tree. But even her small Christmas tree is bigger than me. Her big Christmas tree at home must be like the tree I am seeing in the mall.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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So many days before Christmas when we are going to mall we are seeing the big Christmas tree. And listening to music about santa and snow. It is like Christmas is starting in November. But for me Christmas is starting on December 16 when simbang gabi is starting. In my home country we are going to church for nine days before Christmas. That is simbang gabi. We go in the morning very early and make wish for all nine days. If you do this then your wish come true.&amp;nbsp;Over here in Dubai there is no chance for simbang gabi. But every day I am praying and making my wish.&lt;/div&gt;
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Maam is making Sara and Rayan make their Christmas list for Santa. She call it Santas wish list. Rayan is still believe that Santa is coming. Sara is knowing that Santa is really maam and sir.&amp;nbsp;Maam tell Sara that if she tell Rayan there is no Santa then Sara not getting any gifts. So Sara&amp;nbsp;is also doing pretend for Rayan that Santa is coming.&lt;br /&gt;
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On Christmas day one of the gift that Sara is getting this really big headphone for her ipod. Beat headphone she is calling it. She is so happy full day she is wearing the headphone and singing so loud my head is paining. And Rayan is getting speaker for his ipod. Now you imagine this situation. Rayan is playing music on ipod speaker and singing loud. Full day opa gangman style. Then Sara is singing loudly I'm going to scream and shout and let it all out. Both singing different song.&amp;nbsp;My head is paining so much.&amp;nbsp;Maam is laughing and saying oh no Sally what I have done. both these children are going mad. I want to tell maam even I am going mad.&lt;/div&gt;
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Maam is giving me cash this year. She say Sally you buy what you want I do not know what to give you. I want to tell maam to buy ear plug for my ear. And panadol for my headache. But I am quietly putting the money away.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I know I will not buy anything. I will keep it. Save it. Maybe then my simbang gabi wish of living with my son in my own house in my home country can come true. Maybe one day.&lt;/div&gt;
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Last week it is raining here in Dubai. Not little rain. Lot of rain. Rain like I am seeing in my home country. Everyone is getting so excited. Children are running outside.&amp;nbsp;Rayan is singing song about rain. Its raining its pouring the old man is snoring. Rain rain go away come again another day. Everyone is so happy. Then I am going to my room. There is water everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then maam is shouting Sally Sally come quick I need you. I am running out of my room and going upstairs. Maam is having fit. Her ceiling is leaking. There is water everywhere. Maam is saying this stupid new house so many problem. in our old house there was no problem like this.&lt;/div&gt;
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I am doing mopping. Maam is putting bucket under the water. Then she see water falling somewhere else. She is moving bucket there. Then the old spot is leaking again. She is moving bucket. Then she say Sally I give up. thank god it does not rain often in Dubai.&lt;/div&gt;
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I tell her maam even in my room the water is coming in because I leave window open. She say dont worry Sally we will dry everything. I tell her my bed is wet. She tell me tomorrow it will be so sunny again and you can put your mattress in sun to dry and everything will be ok. I am surprise maam is not more angry that I am not closing the window in my room.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Next day in paper there are so many picture of rain. Everywhere there is water. Like flood. Because Dubai not getting much rain if it rain little bit more everything get flooded. I am thinking instead of building the taj mahal in dubai they have to put better gutter and drain. So it does not flood. But who will listen to my idea? It is only raining one time in a year in Dubai. taj mahal will make lot of people come to Dubai every day to see it. taj mahal idea will win. I think it is stupid idea.&lt;/div&gt;
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The rain is now gone. Maam is calling man to fix leak in her room. He say everything have to be full dry before he can do any work. Maam laugh. She say to him there is lot of time to fix it. It will not rain like this again for so many years.&lt;/div&gt;
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My lucky rain is coming and giving problem for maam and me. But I still feel my rain is still lucky for me. Because maam is not angry with me when I am leaving window open.&amp;nbsp;Because after the rain the sun always shine. and everything will be ok again.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sara is obsess these days with Bella and Edward. From twilight. Full time she is watching first movie of twilight.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I also like to watch movie with her if I am free from my work. She is waiting to see the latest Twilight movie.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sara say to me Sally Edward is soooo handsome. His skin is sooooo glowy. I dont tell Sara that I am finding the glowy skin very funny. If I say that to Sara she is getting mad. Because she is full time dreaming of Edward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I have a new friend in this new house. She is living same street as me. Her name is Vicky. Short for Victoria. She tell me Sally my name is Victoria. Queen Victoria. But you can call me Vicky. She is just coming back from Manila from her vacation. She tell me this new movie that is coming out in Philippines. Tiktik. It is like filipino twilight. Instead of vampire it is about this monster tiktik.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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When we are small we are always scared of this tiktik and now they are making movie about it.&amp;nbsp;I tell you why we are scared. The tiktik like to eat babies who are in the stomach of pregnant mother. I dont want to see this movie because when I think of this I want to vomit. It is so scary.&lt;/div&gt;
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Vicky have full information on Dingdong. She show me his picture in this ad in magazine. For Belo Men. To keep his skin fair and white. She take his picture and give it kiss. She say Sally he is mine you will see. I am Queen Victoria and he is my King. We will live happily ever after in a big palace. She say Sally you will not laugh at me when my dream comes true.&lt;/div&gt;
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I know I say before that I have big dreams also. but this kind of big dream is stupid.&amp;nbsp;Vicky will never meet Dingdong. They can be together only in their dreams. This kind of big dream&amp;nbsp;can never come true. Because it is not possible for it to become real.&lt;br /&gt;
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My big dreams are real. That I can marry. That I can live with my son. That I can have my own house in my home country. That I can become little bit famous by my blog. That my son will have a good life. All my dreams can come true some day. with my own hard work.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Big dreams can become real dreams but you have to do hard work to make them come true. Otherwise they are like that big palace of Queen Vicky and King Dingdong. A big palace in the sky.&lt;/div&gt;
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Did you miss me? I have not been able to write for one month. I tell you why. Maam and sir is moving their house. We are now having one more floor in the house. And more bedroom and bathroom. And swimming pool. I dont know why maam is wanting to move. She is full time behind sir to move. She say I want bigger house I want bigger house I wish I have bigger house. Finally her wish is coming true.&lt;/div&gt;
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One day she come tell me Sally we are moving. I am getting so scared. I think she is leaving Dubai. Maam say dont worry Sally you are coming with us. We are going to bigger house. your room will also be bigger.&lt;/div&gt;
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Then she say Sally we have to pack everything in this house. So full time when I finish my work of cooking and cleaning I am doing packing. Like I am packing full kitchen. It is so difficult to do packing of kitchen.&amp;nbsp;Maam giving me paper and she making me wrap every glass and cup in paper. Then put it in a box. Then close the box. Then write on the box.&amp;nbsp;I tell maam why I have to do this when new house is only 5 min distance from this house? I tell her I put everything in laundry basket and maam can drive car. I keep laundry basket on my lap. Maam say Sally you know how many trip we will have to make with the laundry basket like that?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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She say Sally if Sir company is moving us then they pay for someone to pack. but because we have to pay ourself for this move we have to do the packing. Why she say we I dont know. What she is meaning is I Sally have to do all the packing.&lt;br /&gt;
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Every day in the evening Sir is taking few box to the new house. Then one day the big truck is coming and we are moving everything else. I am happy this house is not that much far&amp;nbsp;from old house. So I still meet my friends but I am so sad because my Lilibeth is not next door to my house. But still. If we were going far like to jumerah or bur dubai or something I would die.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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My new room is nice. It is little bit bigger than my old room. Maam is buying for me bigger cupboard to put my things. Now when I open the door of my room I am not banging into the bed. Bathroom is also nice. In old house the shower is above the potty so everytime I am doing bath the whole potty is getting full wet. In this house there is different part for shower and potty.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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After we are moving there is no internet for so many days. Du is coming to do tv computer and phone connection but it taking so many days. Maam is not having problem she is reading everything and doing her facebook and email on her iphone. But me I cannot do my blog until Du is finish their work.&lt;/div&gt;
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Maam has bigger house and lot of plan to do many parties. She say Sally we have lot of pool side party. Lot of party mean lot of work for me. Maam will tell me Sally 12 guest is coming what you will cook? Then she will act like she has made everything. Just because it is her recipe. but I am doing the work. But I cannot say anything.&lt;br /&gt;
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Bigger house. bigger bathroom. More floors. More rooms. More parties. More work for me.&lt;/div&gt;
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Last week I am reading the most sad thing in the paper. There is this maid. She is from Ethiopia. Like me she is coming to this country for job. But her maam is not paying her salary for many month. She is trying to do suicide. She is standing in middle of road and hoping that car will kill her.&lt;/div&gt;
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Such a sad story. But it is not the end of this story. When the police are finding her in the middle of the road they are giving her fine of 1000 dirham. I do not understand how this is going to help her situation. She is not getting salary how she will pay 1000 dirham. She will only want to do suicide again. And why&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969);"&gt;&amp;nbsp;they are not making her employer pay fine for not paying her salary?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Then there is another same story. Again Ethiopian maid. She is only 18. She is trying to kill herself by hanging from tree. Her family in Ehiopia is sending her to dubai for work but she is not wanting to be maid.&amp;nbsp;This girl is wanting to end this life as maid by ending her life.&amp;nbsp;She is also fined 1000 dirham. Imagine this 18 year old girl who wants to end her life. 1000 dirham is like maybe more than her one month salary. If she has to pay this fine she will not be able to send this salary to her family. The same family who is sending her for work when she does not want to come.&lt;br /&gt;
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How can a fine help these girls?&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969);"&gt;Suicide means that the person is so sad that she wants to end her life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;They need help. Not a fine.&amp;nbsp;Making them pay fine will not make their life fine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Today maam is showing me two dress. She say Sally which one look better on me? Pink one or red one? I am not wanting to make maam angry so I tell her both looking good on you. Maam get irritated with me. She say Sally I am asking for your opinion. saying both is not helpful to me. say red is good or pink is bad. dont say both is good. Then she say Sally you must always have opinion. It not always have to be correct opinion but having opinion show that you are thinking of things.&lt;/div&gt;
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Now you tell me what I say to this? I am not showing her my opinion because I think both dress look bad on maam. How I can tell her the truth? Both dress is too baby for maam. but she is so happy with them I am not wanting to upset her with my opinion. Maam make me so angry sometime. She is not knowing that I have opinion about so many thing she say or do. that I not tell her because she will not like if I tell her truth.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Anyway I have decide that today I am going to give my opinion on many different thing I am reading in paper. Some story is new. some story is old. I will tell you the story and I will tell you if it is good or bad. my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;
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The first story is making me laugh so much. I am reading it maybe one month ago. It is about the man with the monkey in his underpant. It is a real monkey that he is trying to smuggle into dubai. This monkey is so small like maybe 7 or 8 inch.&amp;nbsp;It is illegal to have this monkey and it&amp;nbsp;is very expensive. The man is trying to make money by selling his monkey. He is arrested at airport.&amp;nbsp;My opinion is this. It is so funny story but also so sad. Monkey needs to be in a tree. Eating banana. Not in a underpant. I wish the monkey is biting him inside his underpant. Only that will teach him never to put his monkey where it does not belong.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am reading another story about smuggling. Not monkey but people. They are finding 8 people in a box who are trying to come inside uae without correct paper. How they are fitting 8 people inside a box? It must be a very big box. I want this box for my balikbayan box. My opinion on this story is this. &amp;nbsp;If you try to fit so many different people in one box the ending will be bad. Even if it is a big box.&lt;br /&gt;
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Also there was story about this sweeper who is trying to smuggle drug to people in the jail. Now he will be in the jail also. My opinion is this. How stupid is this man that he is doing such a bad thing inside a jail. He has no sense. Smuggling drugs is bad but doing it inside a jail is stupid. I think the sweeper needs to sweep his brain.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then I am reading another story about smuggling. Police are catching three people for trying to smuggle drugs from dubai to thailand. inside small fridges. My opinion is this.&amp;nbsp;It is better to have an empty fridge than to do smuggling of drugs.&lt;br /&gt;
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Few days back I am reading that some man is arrest for smuggling drugs inside a laptop. When I read this I am thinking maybe the laptop is having virus and the man think that putting drug inside it will cure the virus. I know you think I am stupid for saying this. I am making joke. Smuggling drugs in a laptop will not cure the virus in your computer. Or in your brain.&lt;br /&gt;
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See I have so many opinions. Smuggling monkeys in pants is bad. Smuggling drugs in laptops or fridges is bad. Smuggling people in boxes is bad. Smuggling drugs inside jail is bad.&amp;nbsp;So many different stories. But same opinion. Bad.&lt;br /&gt;
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Maam say she is wanting my opinion. Both her dresses are bad. But I better not tell her. That is also my opinion.&lt;/div&gt;
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These days maam and Sara is watching X factor on TV. Even I am watching with them. Last year also we are watching. This year it is not good like last year. I am missing Nicole. you know Nicole? she was a judge last year. She is a pussycat doll. You remember that song dont you think your girlfriend is hot like me? She sings that song. I like that song. We are so proud of her in philippines because she is half filipina. Really. Her father is filipino. Anyway this year she is not there on X factor. Instead they have this girl who is 19 year old. Demi. I think she is not Demi she is dummy. Full time she is saying oh you are so cute oh you are so cute. But she is famous so she is replace Nicole on X factor. even if she have nothing good to say.&lt;/div&gt;
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Sara tell maam that she want to go on X factor. Maam just laugh and say Sara it is ok to have big dream. Sara say it is not dream I make it come true. She say one day I will be famous and you will be the mother of the famous Sara. Maam is smiling.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Sara really love music. She is full time listening to music. She say she does not like justin beeber but when his song is coming on radio she is singing loudly. If I was your boyfriend. As long as you lu u u u u uve me. So maam say she is getting ticket for his concert. Even if sara does not like him she want to go for the concert. It is in May. Next year. Maam is buying ticket now. For May 2013. In September 2012. That is how famous Justin Beeber is.&lt;/div&gt;
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Today I am remembering that my blog birthday was on September 23.&amp;nbsp;My blog is 2 years old.&amp;nbsp;Demi is 19 years old and she is famous. Justin is 18 years old and he is famous.&amp;nbsp;Maybe one day even I will be famous. It is ok to have big dream.&lt;/div&gt;
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My friend Alma tell me there is ghost in her maams house. Why she say this I tell you. When she get up in morning sometimes everything is moving. Like if she is putting one chair in bed room then when she get up that chair is in kitchen. Or the picture frame will be on floor. Not like it is fallen from wall but like someone is taken it and put it on the floor. But most scary is this story. Every day the dog is going near the sofa and barking at the sofa. There is no one sitting but he is barking like someone is sitting on the sofa. And Alma also tell me that the baby in the house is talking to someone but no one know who he is talking to.&lt;/div&gt;
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When Alma tell me all this story I am not able to sleep. When I am sleeping in the room I am seeing this dog barking at maams sofa. Suppose Almas ghost is coming to my house? I am so scared. For two or three days I am not able to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;
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Last night I am having so scary dream. I am dreaming of tiyanak. If you are from Philippines you know what this is. It is this scary thing that look like a baby and cry like baby. If someone hear the baby cry they go to help the baby. Then the baby become the tiyanak and it attack the person. And you never see the person again.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I am waking up with headache. I tell maam my dream. Maam tell me Sally stop all this nonsense. There is no thing like ghost. When person die he die. gone. forever. How maam is knowing this I do not know. My grandmother say that if person is sad when he die then he cannot go forever. He have to finish his work. That is why he become ghost.&lt;br /&gt;
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Maam tell me Sally focus your work. Then maam laugh. She say Sally if you are so sure there is ghost &amp;nbsp;tell your ghost to do your work.&amp;nbsp;Maam sometime make me angry when she make fun of me like this.&lt;br /&gt;
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But then I am thinking this. Maybe maam say some sense. Housemaid have to do all the house work but no one see her and see how much work she is doing. She live in the house but no one care what she think. It is like she is invisible. or like she have to be invisible. like a ghost.&lt;br /&gt;
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Maam say tell ghost to do my work. I think housemaid is like a ghost doing the work. Why maam tell me this? Now I am really scared of Almas ghost.&lt;/div&gt;
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When maam is going for vacation Lilibeth is showing me how to read the news on internet. When I am getting little time now I am reading this. It is little bit change for me but I like it. Because it is like reading newspaper but I get news from some other country also.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Anyway I am reading that in Saudi there is a new rule. That if any man is change hair style to any funny hair style then he can be arrested. Really. I am thinking that if these boys want to do funny hair then they already have punishment. That they are looking funny and everyone will laugh. That is the punishment. No need for more punishment.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am laughing little bit at this news because it is so silly. but I also feel sad he is not allow to change hair style how he is wanting. Then I am thinking that at least he is allow to show his hair. If he was woman he would have to cover his hair.&amp;nbsp;Even in Dubai the local girl have to do hijab and cover hair but it is not so strict like in Saudi. In Saudi everyone even if you are not local is having to cover hair and full body.&lt;br /&gt;
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Like that Saudi girl in the olympics. She is doing judo. She is having to wear a swim cap to cover her hair because it is not allow to show hair. And it is not allow in judo in olympic to wear hijab. It is first time she is doing judo in big competition like this. Other wise she is only fighting with her brother. And brother is always winning. This girl is so important because she is first Saudi girl to go in olympics.&lt;br /&gt;
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She is staying only one minute or something in the fight. She is losing fight just like she is losing fight with her brother at home. She is not winning any medal but everyone is clapping when she is losing. Why? Because she is winning the biggest fight of all. The fight for change. I hope many more girl from Saudi is able to take part in olympics next time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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This old friend of Sara is coming to stay for one week. From London. Her mother and father is not coming. They are going for vacation somewhere and leave this girl in Dubai in our house. I am not liking this girl. Her name is Sophie. I think even Sara is now not liking Sophie. I tell you why.&lt;br /&gt;
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If Sara play the piano Sophie say I can play better than Sara. If Sara do swimming Sophie say I can swim better than Sophie. All the time better better better. If Sara is reading a book she say I read this book 3 years ago. Sara says Sophie this is new book how you can read it 3 years ago? Her school is better her car is better her house is better. Everything is better. Maam is also getting little bit irritate with this girl but she is not saying anything.&lt;/div&gt;
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But past few days lot of things are happening. First Sophie is pinching Sara. Because Sara says she is not wanting to watch some show on tv. Because Sophie wants to watch another show which is better. Pinching with her nails. Sara is not saying anything to maam. but maam see the nail mark on her hand. Sara tell her what happen. Maam say nothing she just put some first aid cream on it and tell Sara she is so sorry. But I know maam is very upset. She tell me Sally it is better if you or I keep eye on Sophie while she is here.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Then maam is seeing Sophie try to poke Rayan with her nail. Now she see it her own eyes. She say Sophie if you cannot keep your hand to your self you will have to go to your room. Sophie say oh I was only tickling Rayan because he is so cute. Maam say&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I see the marks on Saras hand&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sophie it is better if you keep your hands to yourself. I am surprise maam is so cool and calm. If I was maam and Sophie was doing all this in my house I would slap her face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Then the next thing is happening. Rayan is finishing making this big lego thing. Ninjago. He love Ninjago. He is spending 3 or 4 days to make this thing. Like this big car thing. Maybe 300 or something piece of lego. Sophie is saying let me see. She is picking it up and throwing it on the floor. All the pieces are falling out. Rayan is starting to cry. Sara say Sophie dont do that it is not fair. Sophie say its only stupid lego he can make it again. I can make it in 5 minutes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Rayan tells maam. Maam say Sophie that was not nice. he had spent a lot of time on this. Sophie say I am not throwing it. It just fell from my hand.&amp;nbsp;She is lying. I see how she is throwing it. Maam is looking at all 3 of them. She is getting really upset but still she is quiet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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She tell Sara and Sophie to go watch TV. Then we help Rayan make it again. After some time we hear Sophie talk to Sara. She say what is big deal? It is only lego. I can make bigger and better lego. He took so long to make it. I can make it in one hour. Your mother hates me. she is always saying dont do this dont do that. my mother never tells me anything she is the best mother.&lt;br /&gt;
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Maam is now really irritated. She tells me Sally this child needs to be taught a lesson. I am tired of this nonsense. But she is not doing anything. It is like she is waiting. like a lion waits to catch its food.&lt;/div&gt;
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She is not having to wait for lot of time. When Sara is playing piano again Sophie says Sara you practice so much and you are still making so many mistakes. I dont know how you get this big trophy. I never get any trophy but I can play better than this.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Maam is reach boiling now. She say Sally I need to end this now. She tell Sophie can you please play the piano for us. Lets see how well you play. Sophie say oh I used to learn but now I dont have a teacher because there is no teacher where I live. Even I know there has to be a piano teacher in London. Maam starts laughing. Sara is also smiling. Rayan also is laughing. Sophie stamp her leg and go upstairs.&lt;/div&gt;
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I have never seen maam being mean to any child. Lot of children come to the house and they have lot of fun. Maam never tell them anything. Not even to pick up toys or anything. She always say children have to have fun. But this time it is different. She has had enough of this better better better best best best. She has become mean for this mean child. But only for one minute. Now she tell Sara go tell your friend to come down for ice cream.&lt;/div&gt;
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Sara does not want to go talk to Sophie. But she is good girl. She is not mean to her friend even if her friend is mean to her. And I know why. Sara does not need to be mean because she knows her mother will be there for her.&amp;nbsp;Sophie comes down for ice cream. She eats one bite. She says Sara I dont know how you can pick this ice cream flavour. I pick better flavours. Sara and maam start laughing. Even I start laughing. Maam says so sorry Sophie this is the only flavour we have. Sophie eats all the ice cream.&lt;/div&gt;
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Sophie have to go back to London yesterday.&amp;nbsp;She is so excited. When her mother come to pick her up she tell everyone that they have tickets for olympics. Best seats.&amp;nbsp;Sophie is showing off to Sara and Rayan. I am going to Olympics I am going to Olympics.&lt;br /&gt;
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Her mother stay and talk to maam for little time. She say to maam why are you living in this place? It is so hot. It is so dusty. The schools are bad. The weather is bad. You cannot even eat in public. You could be living anywhere. London chicago New York singapore. Anywhere is better than living in Dubai. London is the best. Come live in London. Maam just smiles.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then she say something really good. I try to remember. She say there will always be some place better. someone better. something better. It does not matter. you dont always have to be the best. as long as you do your best. I want to clap for maam. It is like she&amp;nbsp;is getting the gold medal in the mommy olympics.&lt;br /&gt;
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After Sophie and her mother go maam say to children lets go buy some new lego. and we can go in the best car and have some best ice cream at the best mall in the world. They all laugh. And I know why maam is better than the best mother in the world.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Ramadan is going on here in Dubai. Means all Muslim people have to do fasting. Means you cannot eat in public place. Even if you are not Muslim. Really. If you eat in public you can get fined. One time I am going to mall in Ramadan and I am forgetting to spit my chewing gum. Mall security is tell me to spit out otherwise I get fine. I am so scared I am quickly spitting it. But it is better over here in Dubai. In Saudi if they catch you eating in public you are deported. Really. Thats what I am reading in paper.&lt;/div&gt;
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During Ramadan time a lot of restaurant is closed in the day. Or if they are open the restaurant have black curtain. So you cannot see a person eating. Children are allowed to eat but I think now Sara is not allowed because she is become big girl.&amp;nbsp;You cannot eat in public because if you eat the person who is fasting will also want to eat. And they are not able to eat. So it is not fair for them if you eat in front of them. That is why the rule is like this.&lt;/div&gt;
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Lot of office places are closing at 3 in the afternoon. Maam is not like to drive at this time. She tell Sir also not to drive at this time. But even in the evening it is not safe for driving. It is not safe until it is time for the iftar. That is when they do break the fast and can eat. Maam say Sally people are so hungry they are rushing to go home to break the fast. It is better not to drive at this time.&lt;br /&gt;
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I tell her maam if I have not eaten full day even I will be running home to eat. Maam smile and say Sally you will never be in that situation because you cannot go full day without eating. I do not know if maam is making fun of me or she is angry with me because I like to eat.&lt;/div&gt;
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Few years ago maam is going to Egypt during Ramadan. She tell me this story yesterday. It is so hot. The guide man who is taking them to see everything is fasting. And maam and children and sir do not know that he is fasting. In Egypt they are not having this rule of not eating in public. I am not knowing this. I think everywhere the rule is same but maam say no Sally in Egypt you can eat and drink in public. So maam and sir and children are eating and drinking in front of this man. It is so hot that they are full day drinking water. Rayan is saying more water more water. Maam and Sara are saying more water. Sir is buying more water. And full day this man is fasting. Only at the end of the day he tell maam that he is fasting.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Maam say she is feeling so bad for him but she cannot change the day. She is not knowing he is fasting or she would not keep saying it is so hot she is so thirsty. She say that this man is passing the biggest test of his faith. He was able to fast even when he sees other people eating and drinking. Even when he hears other people say how hot it is and how thirsty they are feeling. Because he was able to give up his thirst and hunger but not give up. Maam then say this man has so much will power because he has such strong faith.&lt;/div&gt;
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I have become little fat after coming to work here. I wish I could also do little bit fasting. like dieting. but I am not strong like this guide man. When I see food I have to eat it. I feel so hungry when I see someone else eating food. If I am hot I have to drink water. Maam say Sally it is all about will power. If you have will power to do something you can do it. Then she say something that make me angry. She say Sally when it comes to food you have no will power.&lt;/div&gt;
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How she can say this I am not knowing. She has never had to give anything up. How can she tell me about will power?&amp;nbsp;Maam does not know anything about my life.&amp;nbsp;After my father is leaving my family we are so poor. We are just happy if we are getting food to eat. I have to have will power because I have to give my brothers and sisters the food from my plate. I have to have will power because I have to leave my family to become ofw. so I can earn more money. So my family does not need will power to give the food on their plate to someone else. Maam does not understand. I have to have will power because I have no other power to help my family.&lt;br /&gt;
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All these people who are fasting also have so much will power. Their faith will power them for their fast. and their life. Ramadan Kareem.&lt;/div&gt;
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After I write my last story the computer is again not working. Even my computer angel Lilibeth is not able to fix it. So I have no choice but to wait for sir or maam to come. They are coming back few days back.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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When sir is seeing computer is not coming on he is telling maam to call someone to fix it. Maam is not calling any one. She is fixing herself. That is why I think she is doing something like block it so I am not able to use it when she is gone. But anyway computer is working again. so Sir is happy. And I am happy.&lt;br /&gt;
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I tell maam that her friend or cousin is not coming when she is going. Maam say Sally it not your worry if they do not come. She say she will drop thing to their house. That make me so irritated. Because full time when maam is gone I am waiting inside the house. And no one is coming. I know maam is lying to me because she is not wanting me to go outside and have fun.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now they are all back and there is so much laundry. Like they have not wash laundry for so many days while they are going.&amp;nbsp;Not only laundry. There is so much other work also to do. Cooking and cleaning and all. When maam is going I am not doing cleaning everyday because no one is using anything it is all clean.&lt;br /&gt;
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Only when there was big dust storm and rain storm I am having to do full clean of porch. That is the day my friends &amp;nbsp;are coming for dinner. Remember I am telling you last time? Everything outside is big mess so we are having to eat inside the house. I am so scared that maams cousin will come but now I know that was a big fat lie.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have lot of work but it is ok. I am not bored any more. My vacation is over. Children are back. Maam is back. Sir is back. My computer is back. Working again. Like me.&lt;/div&gt;
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Maam is gone for her vacation. I am so bored. She is not locking her room this year so I have the computer. But for few days the computer was not coming on. I am trying everyday and it is not working. I think maybe maam is doing something like lock it so I cannot use it. I feel so frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;
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Maam is not locking the room or computer like last year. but I cannot write because of this stupid computer problem. Yesterday I am telling Lilibeth. Today she is coming here and doing something with computer. I dont know what she do but now the computer is working again. Lilibeth is an angel. Computer expert angel. Because of her I can write today.&lt;br /&gt;
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It is so quiet here without children. Full day I watch some tv. Then in the evening Lilibeth and I talk outside the gate. I cannot go to park until maams aunty or cousin or friend is coming. I am so bored. One or two times I go out to do something and if they come and I am not there this is my plan. I will tell maam that I go to Choitram for milk. But I have to be careful not to go to mall or anything. Because if maams friend sees me I am dead.&lt;br /&gt;
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Maria is also in her house alone but she is still not talking to me. because of the God thing. When she sees me giving water to grass or putting the garbage she is turning away. She turn her head or her body so she cannot see me. She cannot look at me because she knows what I tell her is true.&lt;br /&gt;
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Why I am giving water to the grass when we have gardener? Because gardener is going for his vacation also. He is leaving one boy to do the work but the boy is stupid. He is making full mess of garden. I know maam will be angry when she come back so I try to do little garden work. It is so hot also so I give the grass more water to drink. Also I have nothing else to do so I put water in the garden. I am so bored.&lt;/div&gt;
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Lilibeth is bringing me some pocket books for reading because I am so bored. I read. I watch more tv. I do little work. I do garden work.&amp;nbsp;But still I am very bored. Now I can do computer also. But how much time to sit on computer? or tv? or reading? I am actually missing maam and children. I have finish all the washing and ironing. Maybe I will do some cooking and put in freezer.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tomorrow Lilibeth and Alma and Diana say they will come here and we will all eat dinner at my house. in the garden. Maybe Gina also if she is not going for her vacation with her maam. I have made chicken. Lilibeth and Alma and Diana are also bringing something to eat. If maams friend or cousin is coming my friends can &amp;nbsp;hide or &amp;nbsp;go out of house from back side. But I am not doing anything bad I am only eating food with my friends. It is like party but not party. More like family eating together. I hope maam will not shout for that. I am excited about tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;
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But today after I write I will watch tv and read my pocket book. I am so bored in my jail. Then I think of all the people who are really in actual jail. Workers who are ban. Or girls who have a baby without being marry.&lt;br /&gt;
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In my jail I am bored but at least I am free.&lt;/div&gt;
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Maam is going for vacation tomorrow. She will maybe lock her room and computer like when she is going last year. Maybe not. I do not know what she will do. I will only find out when she is going because she is not telling me before. But today she tell me something that make me angry.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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She say that when she go her one friend will come to pick up some books. And her cousin will come for some dress. And some aunty will come for some sweet she is putting in fridge. I ask her maam when they are all coming? Maam say Sally I am not knowing you just be home and they will come. I tell her maam can you tell them to phone me so I know if they are coming. Maam say Sally they come when they can. They not phone you.&lt;/div&gt;
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I know why she is doing this. She is making all these people come to the house because she think that I am having party in the house. Or maybe that I am going out or doing some part time work. She is so worry that she is making them check. Like detective or spy. I am not liking this. I will be like a prisoner in jail.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sometime maam make me so angry when she is not trusting me. Because now I am not doing all that bad thing I was doing before.&amp;nbsp;You remember when I go out from kitchen door and not tell maam? For my friend Abilgails farewell? My friend Susan is putting the picture on facebook and her maam is showing my maam the picture. When maam is finding out she is almost fire me. for going without telling. She say she not trust me and she dont know why she is renew my visa.&lt;br /&gt;
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After that day I have stopped all this. All this sneak around. Because I know my job here is good and my maam is nice. She does not beat me or call me bitch or anything like that. But still I get upset that she is not trusting me. Because I have stopped all this bad thing. See how she is making her friend and cousin check what I am doing.&lt;/div&gt;
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I dont want to be in jail at home. I wish I was also going for the vacation. Other maams is taking their maid. To london. or Jordan. One of my friends is even going to america. Even Muscat is better than staying in jail. So many maids are going. I feel like only I have to stay here alone in this house. I feel little bit depress by myself. And now I cannot even go out because I have to wait for these cousin and friend and aunty and uncle. I want to pack my bag and go home I am so depress.&lt;/div&gt;
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I phone my mama. She say Sally why you so depress. When your maam go you will have no work. It will be a vacation for you. But if you go with your maam then you will have no vacation. You will have no break. You will be doing cooking and cleaning on your vacation. Better you stay in maams house and do vacation.&amp;nbsp;My mother is right. Maam will go for her break. I will have my break. I just hope I dont break my head waiting for the cousin and the aunty and the friend to come to check what I am doing.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then I think that it better I break my head waiting but&amp;nbsp;I not break maams trust of me again. So I just have to wait in my jail till they come. If they come.&lt;/div&gt;
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Yesterday maam is saying Sally my backache is hurting very bad. I tell her maam I do little bit massage? She say no Sally I cannot make you do that. I say maam I always have to do that for my Oman maam. Back press. Leg massage. So many times after my Oman maam go shopping I have to do massage for her. Sometime I even do her nail polish.&lt;br /&gt;
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One time my Oman maam not get time to go to beauty salon so I do her hair dye also but she not like it and she get angry with me. What I can do? She give me hair dye box and I put in her hair. I cannot help if her hair is bad. Maam is laughing. She say Sally dont worry I not shout at you for bad hair dye because I not make you do my hair dye. Or my nails. Or massage. It not your job. I know when to stop Sally.I know my limit.&lt;/div&gt;
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I think Maam knows her limit because she has no limit. I explain. One time I am seeing the bill for her spa massage. She is throwing bill in garbage. It is 550 dirham. I can not forget that number. Little more than 550 is like almost my half month salary. She is spending that in one hour. She is throwing bill in garbage but for me it is like she is throwing 550 dirham in garbage. I wish I can do her massage and she give me that money. Maam say she not make me do massage because she knows her limit. But if maam did not have extra 550 dirham you think she would go to spa for massage? No no no. I would be doing her massage at home. For free. I know that. She stops at her limit because she has no limit. for spending money.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Maam go to spa for massage and salon for haircut. Other time the beauty girl is coming home. Maryam. Every 3 or 4 week Maryam comes to the house to do wax. of maam legs and hands and face. I think this beauty job is good job. Not much work like house maid work. And the name of job is also better than maid. She is called home beauty expert. That sounds so much better than house maid.&lt;br /&gt;
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But Maryam tell me that it is too tiring work. She have so many client in one day. She say she is all round beauty expert. means she do everything. Whatever client is wanting. She have certificate for waxing nail hair henna massage everything. She like nail work because it is easy. but waxing and massage is more tiring. But all that is ok she say. Maryam really not like when client want to do wax of private.&amp;nbsp;I ask Maryam how she not feel shy to do that work. Maryam say Sally if my client want wax of private then I have to do wax of private. It is my job I have no choice. I need to earn money.&lt;br /&gt;
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Maryam is correct. she have to do it even if she does not like it. Because she wants to keep her job. See how life is?&amp;nbsp;For both Maryam and maam their limit is decided by money. But maam stops at her limit because she has no limit for money. And Maryam has to cross her limit because she has the limit of losing her job and her money.&lt;br /&gt;
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It is simple. Life has lot of limits. And lot of times money decides what your limit in life will be.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Few days back maam is taking children for swimming. After 10 min they all coming back. Maam saying Sally the water is too hot. I tell her maam it is so hot outside so of course the water will be hot.&amp;nbsp;Maam get little bit irritate with me like I am not knowing anything. She say the pool is suppose to have chiller. Chiller is not work.&amp;nbsp;Sally if I put children in that hot water they can be sick.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Then she tell me this story of this swimmer who is dying in the hot water few years back. Here in UAE. I cannot believe her. She say Sally I read it in the paper. He came for some long race and he is get dehydrate or something and he die. Then she say children not do long race in pool but Sally I am too scare after I read that story. Water must be chill or children not do swimming.&lt;/div&gt;
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Now maam is having nothing for children to do. Children take out their swimming clothes. Rayan start crying. He say I want to swim. Then Sara is starting. She&amp;nbsp;like to argue too much with maam about everything. She want to be lawyer when she is big.&amp;nbsp;She say who cares if water is hot. we are also hot we want to swim. Why cant we swim? Tanya is swimming. Alex also is in the pool. It is not too hot for them to swim. They are ok in the pool so we will be ok in pool. You never let us do anything fun. Why cant we swim?&lt;/div&gt;
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Maam say Sara I am getting a headache with all this noise. Go to your room and cool down. Sara say if I was in the pool I would be cool down. Then Sara is going to her room and banging the door. Maam is now getting angry. She say Sara if you bang door again I will remove the full door. Then we see how you bang the door. Rayan is crying more because everyone is upset. Everyone is in bad mood because the chiller not working. Everyones temper is become too hot like the pool.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Maam tell me Sally make me some ice tea. And give me two panadol for my headache. I think ice tea is good idea. If she cool down then maybe she not need the panadol for her headache. I put lot of ice in the tea so it is chill. So she can cool down.&lt;/div&gt;
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Now I wish I am able to put lot of ice in that swimming pool. So the water is chill. So children can swim. So everyone in this house can cool down.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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You remember my friend Maria? She is the one who is all the time thinking about money. We are all thinking lot about money but she is thinking too much. She is always telling me to do part time work in the afternoon when maam is going to school to get children. But today when I tell you how she is make 5000 dirham you will be so shock. I am also shock I am not wanting to write this story. It is like how you say a scandal.&lt;/div&gt;
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She tell me that her maam is give her this money to convert her religion. So now she is different religion.&amp;nbsp;I am not writing name of any religion because I am not saying anything bad about any religion. All religion is good. I am only talking about Maria and how bad she is thinking.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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When Maria tell me she is changing religion I am shock. I think how you can just change like that? I tell her Maria how you can do this? What your mother and father will say? What she is saying is make me even more shock.&amp;nbsp;She say Sally no one need to know anything. My mother and father not know anything because when I go back to home country I will do my family religion again. I will not keep this new religion but I will still have the 5000 dirham.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I tell her Maria you have gone mad about money. You think no one know anything but God knows.&amp;nbsp;You cannot sell your religion for money. Religion is not like clothes or shoes that you can keep on changing. If you are converting then you are having to stay in new religion.&lt;br /&gt;
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She say Sally do not do lecture to me. I do this because I need the money. when I go back to my home country I can do whatever religion I want. It not your&amp;nbsp;business Sally so do not judge me.&lt;br /&gt;
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I tell her Maria I not judge you. But you will be judged&amp;nbsp;And 5000 dirham or even one million dirham will not help you then.&amp;nbsp;so you better start praying.&amp;nbsp;Because God knows what you are doing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Maria say she is never going to talk to me again. Never ever. God knows if she will keep this promise. or if she will change her mind. like she is changing her religion.&lt;/div&gt;
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Few days back I am going to Spinneys with maam. I am seeing this man. He is worker on the road. He is wearing orange uniform. I call him orange man. He is working in so hot weather I feel so sad for him. Even maam is saying this poor man how can he work like this. When I tell you what work he is doing you will think that he is gone mad. But he is not mad. The person who is giving him this work is mad.&lt;/div&gt;
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His work is this. He has a small brush broom. He is doing sweeping of the road. Of the sand on the road. If you are not living in Dubai you do not understand why this is so mad. This is so mad because Dubai is sand. Everywhere you are looking there is sand. If you sweep it there is more sand. How can this man sweep the road? It is not possible. Even if you have very big vacum you are not able to remove all this sand in Dubai.&lt;/div&gt;
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I am full time thinking of this orange man and the sand. He is not mad. but he will become mad if he have to do this job in this hot weather.&lt;br /&gt;
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This orange man is reminding me of a something. In Dubai you can buy this sand bottle.&amp;nbsp;I have put a picture on my&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Dubaisally/190456654315608" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;page if you want to see what it looks like. It is a bottle&amp;nbsp;with sand design in it. Different colour sand to make all design. Like design of camel. Design of desert. design of Dubai. They can even write your name in the sand. It is so pretty. But when I look at this sand camel inside this bottle it is like the camel is trap. inside the bottle. Like it can never escape.&lt;br /&gt;
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The orange man is also trap. He cannot break contract because he will go to jail. He is trap inside his contract like the camel is trap inside the bottle. He is not able to stop sweeping the sand even if he knows he can never make the road clean.&lt;br /&gt;
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The only way for the camel to come out of the bottle is to break the bottle.&amp;nbsp;But when the bottle is broken the camel and the sand will be all mixed up. The beautiful design in the bottle will be a big mess of sand.&lt;br /&gt;
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That is why the orange man has no choice. He has to keep sweeping the sand on the road. Even though he can never make it clean.&amp;nbsp;He cannot break the bottle.&amp;nbsp;He has to remain trap inside this bottle. So the design of his life is not mess up.&lt;/div&gt;
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