Have a great day! Its a walk last night of my dream . A Story ime of great memory with a friend like a mother figure of me in heaven.
15 years ago, my boss told me to get one helper to clean downstairs, the first floor but I refused. Some helper do not take care of the things and maintain the wall, the floor and the bathroom. I want me to clean and I don't want to see damage . They told me that I was already too busy to do everything but I insisted. I was afraid if they could find an abusive one. Better alone!
Then, one of the school helper asked helped to my madam. They need extra income so my boss agreed her request. She let Ma Fatima and her daughter clean the ground floor every afternoon for two hours. They didn't ask me anymore either I like it or not. Well, I knew they felt pity to me.
In one week, I already saw the damage, the floor of the colored tiles in the bathroom had changes before they used extra chlorine plus another brand of disinfectant. I closed my mouth and let them see what I was afraid of to happen.
Good thing happened, Mama Fatma and her daughter loved me so much. They respected me. God is good giving me good friends to help me but their works didn't satisfied me. Instead of confrontation why the tiles became white, I taught them the proper way of cleaning. They knew how to clean if the tiles is plain white and shiny but the tiles of my boss are classy expensive, not the shiny one but still it shine and elegant. Instead of getting mad, I talked to Madam to let them know how to maintained it. I didn't want that I was the one who would teach them. I didn't want that they misinterpreted my guide like a boss. I talked my madam and see what happened. My madam was worried about the color. I found a way how to get back to the original color..I'm genius , my male employer told me. I got a headaches that time. If I used the silk steel scrub, it would get lines and more damage to see.
I didn't want to let them out from their sideline. I didnt want that I would be the reason of their termination so I taught them how to maintain it and I offered to them if they do not know how to maintain the bathroom, I would be the one to do it without telling my Boss to avoid cut salary. I can do it quickly without damage. Anyway, no one uses the three bathroom everyday. We used the bathroom in the second floor. Those are for visitor only.
Then, I made it, I used oil and slowly cleaning the white color of the tiles in the bathroom. I closed it to avoid someone to slide there for a while.
I liked how they helped me lessen my work and they were good to me but God got her life when Mama Fatma hitted by a car when she crossed the eight lanes road together with her 6 years old granddaughter. She died on the spot but the child is alive until now.
I am so grateful to find good friends. They are from Yemen not a Saudi people. They lived here for a long time. I treasured our moment together. It popped up in my memory and for retrieving those memoirs I won't forget. She is now in heaven. The girl is now a lady the one who was with her walking on the busy main road one afternoon during Ramadan.
I just miss their company. They are black but their heart is white like a linen paper.
That's all for today and have a wonderful walk everyone.