Never leave relationships because of some few faults.

Nobody is correct and nobody is perfect and in the end, affection is always greater than perfection.

Zainab:
"On the first day, how much more cleaning was expected?" Perhaps this is the reason the previous maid fled and they ignored the situation, carrying on with their lives.

Even though I was sitting on a luxurious sofa, I had to force myself to finish even though I was already tired. I had to question whether we were related.

If her children knew me at all, I wondered. Some of my friends always told me that cousins were the best. I wish I had some of mine who accepted me.

"What was this girl even doing for so long?" I thought as I knocked on the door and waited.

I was about to knock, but I stopped midway when I heard a girly, irritated voice say, "Can not you stop knocking and wait, ahh impatient people."

Patience Zainab..patience.I hardly have patience when it comes to people.

I waited the whole time while she took her sweet time, and eventually I heard a door crack.With a sigh, I walked in carrying everything I needed—a mop, water, brush, and other items.

I gasped as soon as I stepped inside. This girl amazed me with her own room, which included two pink and purple cabinets and drawers arranged one above the other, a cozy bed, and everything she could possibly need.

Her striking features included long black hair, a round, fair face, a mesmerizing smile, and an innocent-looking face. But was she truly innocent? She also had a somewhat contemporary appearance; we differed greatly.
What shocked me was that she did not even have a hijab covering her head, even though I have never worn jeans before. She was dressed in blue jeans and a long blouse. Nowadays, many girls do not wear the hijab all the time. Why is that though? Not only did her short hair fall to her shoulders, but her eyes were a rare shade of green. Masha Allah.

Her grating voice startled me out of my reverie and I thought for a moment, "I wish she knew who I was. I wish one day we could bond and share countless stories and go outings." All she seemed to be was my age.

I met two ladies and my head was already spinning, like a mother and daughter, as if one was not enough already.

"Stop staring! "I guess you are the new maid they were talking about?" she asked, combing her hair. I believe she was bathing and spent about 25 minutes washing her hair. I simply nodded, choosing to ignore her.

I must maintain my composure! Maybe I can get them to think differently about me and my family once we get to know one another.

"Hurry up! Rather than counting her blessings, she sat on the bed and complained about a million things. "I have to go to a party," she said.

I completed the remainder of my work and departed right away. The bed was still undone even though she was 22 years old.

"Tie a hijab; it will make you look more beautiful and protect your hair," I tried to speak with her after I was finished.

"Well, I am not a hijabi; it is not my style. I have never worn one," she protested, but she continued to look at me, so perhaps the daughter was not like her mother after all.

"Try it out and wear it! Observe the change on your face—it is not a force." "As I was gathering my belongings and making my way to the door, I attempted to persuade her.

"Who do you think you are? I am aware that the old maid fled because she was chasing money after over ten years of employment, and we discovered her greed," she began babbling to me.

"You are Rehmat, and I am merely a maid?"I told her the truth because I knew she would not believe me even if I told her that we were related. When I told her her name, she gave me a startled look but did not press the issue.

She said in a low voice, "I think there is something more which I was not notified," and her expression was puzzled, but I turned around and only said one thing to her.

"You will soon find out, just wear a hijab," I said with a smile, to which she simply nodded.

I suggested that she go, shut the door, and said, "Stop filling such things in my daughter's ears." After hearing my aunt's voice, I almost spilled water on the floor because I was still carrying a bucket of water and other items, so I had to balance myself.

Oh no! she heard everything.

"Just do your work and stop chatting," she snapped at me. I wonder where the other maids had gone? I suppose we were all staying separately and were not permitted to interact with one another.

She walked away. I wiped the tears that threatened to overflow like a never-ending river down my face. I always feel like this woman here ruins my day, I miss my parents and sister so much.

Once more, I wiped away my tears and noticed that someone was observing me intently from a distance. It felt like someone had been watching me all morning.

Something felt off to me; was it the self-pitying feeling or the old man? I chose to ignore the idea, but as I did, I noticed something that seemed to be a shadow that vanished. Is there ghostly presence in this house?

Finally! I had finished wiping down the entire house! I went outside the house, where the staff had small rooms, because I was so hungry. Soon after, I went inside and merely stood there, glancing around.

The room was small, with just a bed, a fan, and a big sofa, but I was happy that I had a bed and a blanket because that was all I needed. I had no energy at all. I was in desperate need of something to eat when there was a knock on the door.

"Who is that?"Given the distance between our tiny rooms, I asked with trembling hands.

In a low voice, as though fearing he would be exposed, he said, "It is me, the chef. I brought some dinner for you." I unlocked the door, and he entered carrying curry and rice.

"I added for you more because I know you must be tired because the maids here are given little food and nothing else at times, so I added for you," he said. I grinned, glad that at least there was someone kind and nice.

I would like to ask you a question.When I asked him, he first appeared unsure but eventually nodded.

"Where are the two old people? Rehmat's grandparents?"When I asked him, he lost all of his color and turned pale, avoiding eye contact because he did not know who I was. Perhaps he was curious as to how I knew?

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