I was walking by the staircase when I heard Mary, my maid, asking me if I wanted lunch now. On any other day I would have though her huge smile was unusual. Not today. Her smile said a lot. Mostly it said "thank you". It said thank you for appreciating what I do around here, thank you for being there for me, for believing me. She smiled for her hero, the one who defended her. I don’t feel like a hero, I don’t feel like a man for doing what I did. I think I was wrong.

Mary, an Indian woman in her early thirties, had a fight with Sophie, the other maid. Sophie is African, e7bishiya, about 19 years old. Unable to settle their own differences, they spread their problem to the rest of the household staff, with the majority supporting Sophie….not wanting to get into more details, I'll just tell you what I did today. Mary came to my room crying about how Sophie is falsely accusing her of stealing five KD from her. I was angry.

I have been alone at home for about a week now, everyone else is outta the country. All through the week I've been sick, still am. The only person who's been by my side helping me out physically was Mary. I trust her and appreciate all the work she does, especially now. To hear her cry and say that she wanted to leave just made my blood boil. I knew no one else around the house liked her and they all treated her badly, but to accuse her of this, they have gone too far now.

I suddenly found myself racing with anger. I walked up the stares to find Sophie sitting on the steps with her hand around her knees. I wanted them to stop. I wanted to scare her a little. I began to scream n shout, point and threaten. I didn’t realize what exactly I was doing until I raised my hand in the air pointing upstairs, and her reaction was to scream and cover her head. I stood there for a second. I was staring at her shaking and crying, she was scared to death. I left, went to my room. I was so aggravated my hands started to shake. I stood there for a minute looking at myself, trying to cool down the anger. My window was opened. I could hear someone on the roof. Someone on the roof was crying. I decided to take a shower. It cooled me down. Twenty minutes later back in my room I could still hear her crying on the roof. Oh my god, what have I become. Now I started to remember her face. How innocent and young it looked. I felt guilty.




Later in the day a friend who I adore suddenly told me that they don’t like me anymore….and it's killing me