Hijab in the News

Some articles about veiling have cropped up in the news recently: In Iraq a letter being circulated demanding Christian women to veil up; A reply to that and a report on the Christian community in Iraq; In Gaza, female reporters are being threatened by beheadings; maids in Saudi Arabia and veiling laws; and a designer who will be showing updated hijabs for the runway. But, first, an editorial about the veil and Islamists, which I think really strikes at the heart of the issue for me and my ruminations about the hijab renaissance. But, as evidenced in the other articles, the argument by extremists in favor of veiling, are accompanied by violent threats. Thus making the veil a symbol of submission, and feeding the fears of reactionaries and Islamophobics everywhere.

Islamists, women, and the veil!

The dilemma is such - the rise in bearded men and veiled women is supposed to correlate with an increase in morals and values that are clearly enshrined within Islam. That unfortunately isn't the case, and hence one has to question the validity of the rise of such Islamic fervor, at least at the attire level.

The debate at this point will center on two notions: Is the veil just as much as the beard and the short dishdasha (long white robe men wear) symbols of religiosity? Are people supposed to judge other people's submission to God, based on their attire? Furthermore is religion something physical or is it rather a metaphysical belief system that emanates from within as opposed to an expression that is visible from the outside?

In analyzing both the veil and the beard, I have noticed that there are many forms of 'Islamic' veils available, some more 'liberal' than others, some that are purely decorative in nature (a cloth covering one's hair, with spandex-type of dress that doesn't even seem to be a perfect match!), while others perhaps are more 'religious.' The question that I would like to ponder upon is the following: If the purpose of the veil is to simply cover a woman's hair then perhaps a wig would perfectly do the job, for it would also cover a woman's hair, yet inherently a wig would seem to beat the purpose of the veil (i.e. hair covering) for it reveals a new set of hair instead of the real hidden one!

This leads me to the next question - is the veil something visual or rather something symbolic? The question, should a women be veiled or not, is a purely an individual choice in nature and hence a matter that is up to the individual person (a notion that fellow Islamist brothers would completely disagree on)! The same notion is applicable to the beard. In coming up with a conclusion I believe that deeds will outweigh attire any day; for attire without deeds just doesn't seem quite right and I believe that what is to be emphasized is that as long as decency is achieved in both attire and action, veiled or unveiled, bearded or not, only God has the capacity to judge our actions on the day of judgment.

Islamists to impose the veil on Iraqi women

A letter is circulating the capital, warning Christian women to wear the veil in accordance with domestic segregation. The letter is signed by the Mahdi army, linked to Moqtada al-Sadr, the radical Iraqi Shiite cleric, who the US considers the greatest threat to security in the country. Upon till now the Sunni group of “the Islamic State in Iraq” was the most violent threat to the Christian community: from their imposition of the jizya – the “compensation” demanded by the Koran from non Muslim subjects – to their expropriation of property and forced conversions to Islam.

Iraq Sadr Spokesman Denies 'Veil For All' Edict

"Moqtada al-Sadr has never issued such an order neither in private nor in public" he added.

"The Sadrist faction, in line with its religious role, urges Muslim women to wear the veil as prescribed by sharia (Islamic Law) but does not force them to do so, just encourages them"

"As for non Muslims, it is a personal question, but they must not approach holy Shiite sites.

Abu Zahra went on to underline that "there have never been any incidents involving a Sadr member towards a non Muslim in the areas of Iraq where the group is present."

A responsible for the Waqf office (in charge of Sunni religious heritage) speaking on condition of anomymity, told Adnkronos International that "Islam does not force anyone except its own followers to adhere to Sharia law and is nto responsiblefor those of other religious faiths. This is contrary to our faith, which obliges us to look after non Muslims who live in Muslim countries without forcing them to embrace Islam."

The Sunni official said he could not rule out "a link between this episode [the letter], if it really did occur and the systematic campaigns currently underway to drive Christians out of Baghdad and of other Iraqi cities,forcing them to go abroad or to other areas of the country."

Iraq: Christian population dwindling due to threats, attacks

Insurgents laid siege to the Al-Durah neighborhood of Baghdad earlier this month and demanded that Christians living there pay jizya, a head tax on non-Muslims living under Muslim rule, to the mujahedin or else convert to Islam. The Islamic State also hung posters throughout Al-Durah calling on Christian women to veil their faces. Locals report that nearly 200 Christian families have fled the neighborhood recently with just the clothes on their backs.

In other cases, families have been given 72 hours to pack their belongings and leave. Some have fled to Kurdistan, but the majority have left for Syria and Jordan, Christian leaders say.

Shi'ite militias have also targeted the Christian community. Fighters loyal to Shi'ite cleric Muqtada al-Sadr this week warned Christians in Baghdad to wear the veil or face grave consequences, aina.org reported on May 30. A statement issued by al-Sadr's Imam Al-Mahdi Army rationalized that since the Virgin Mary wore a veil, present-day Christians should too. The statement claimed that the militia has formed committees to monitor Christians and enforce the veiling decree.

The statement, signed by the "People's Foundation for the Master Al-Mahdi Army," referred to the writings of Muhammad Sadiq al-Sadr (Muqtada's father) who the group claimed ruled, presumably through a fatwa, that women who did not veil themselves were adulteresses who should be locked up by their husbands if they refuse to veil their faces.

There is little question that the targeting of minority communities has had an adverse impact on Iraq, a country that historically was known for its diversity. Already by some estimates, only 200,000-400,000 of the 1.5 million Christians living in Iraq in 2003 remain. For Iraq's Christians, many of whom trace their presence in the country to their Assyrian ancestors, the impact of such displacement is immeasurable.

'Wear a veil or we will behead you,' radicals tell TV women

All 15 women presenters reported for work at the official Palestine Television station in Gaza yesterday, in defiance of death threats by a radical Islamic group that is believed to have links with al-Qa'ida. The Righteous Swords of Islam warned that it would strike the women with "an iron fist and swords" for refusing to wear a veil on camera.

"It is disgraceful that the women working for the official Palestinian media are competing with each other to display their charms," it said in a leaflet distributed in Gaza at the weekend. "We will destroy their homes. We will blow up their work places. We have a lot of information about their addresses and we are following their movements."

The fringe group threatened to "slaughter" the women for corrupting Palestinian morals. "The management and workers at Palestine TV should know," it warned, "that we are much closer to them than they think. If necessary, we will behead and slaughter to preserve the spirit and morals of our people."

About half the women TV journalists wear the traditional hijab head covering, but all show their faces and wear makeup. They mounted a vigil yesterday outside the Gaza City office of the Palestinian President, Mahmoud Abbas, demanding protection and respect.

Lana Shaheen, who heads the station's English-language programmes, told The Independent: "Of course we are afraid. Previously this group threatened Internet cafes and video shops, then burned them. We will protect ourselves."

She insisted the women would continue working. "We will not change... our lives. We've worked through Israeli bombardments and attacks, just like the men. It's a national obligation."

In recent weeks, militants campaigning against Western influence have also vandalised an American school and a Christian bookshop. Bassam Eid, director of the Palestinian Human Rights Monitoring Group, accused the radicals of behaving like the Taliban in Afghanistan. "Gaza has become Hamasistan. They are trying to drag Palestinian society back to the dark ages."

As the prospect of peace recedes and poverty spreads, Palestinians have become more traditional. Bars and cinemas have closed. Many educated, middle-class women now cover their heads, but hardly anyone, even in the villages, wears the niqab veil.

Forcing Maids to Wear Veil

Laila Al-Hilali, a Saudi researcher, referred to a contradiction in the way that some families oblige their maids to wear veils in public and ignore other “priorities.” “A maid’s appearance in public attracts the attention of the families they work for, who tend to ignore other serious issues such as how committed the maid is to her work, or how she treats the kids when the parents are away,” said Al-Hilali.

Shariah expert Dr. Suhaila Zain Al-Abedin, told Arab News that the Kingdom’s domestic work force make up a quarter of the expatriates living in the Kingdom. “This huge work force needs to be educated about our culture, society, religion and the whole point of hijab, which is a symbol of modesty and has been prescribed to protect women from molestation in public. Women have never been forced to wear it,” she said.

“A maid should be treated like a human being by her employers, not like a slave. She should be given the freedom to choose if she really wishes to wear the hijab without being obliged... Housewives must treat their maids with respect and not terrify them. This may lead them to hurt their employers,” she added.

Tanveer unveils dodgy veil

Glodwick resident Tanveer Ahmed is in his final year at Northampton University and has gained coveted catwalk time at the annual Graduate Fashion Week at Battersea Park, London, on June 3.

The 21-year-old said: "My stance is not to remove the veil as such but modernise it and make it more fashionable.

Tanveer also knows he will receive criticism from many quarters of the Muslim community.

"I’m also frustrated with fundamentalists who tell you what to do. I’m trying to show that there is another side to the coin," he challenged.

Letter to my ex-maid - Get A Life!

Dear R:

R, I did not fire you.

You quit!

Okay?

Got that?

Stop playing childish games with me. Stop the asinine, immature, and annoying shit you’ve decided to pull.

Stop calling the grocery delivery people with fake orders (you couldn’t make a call for the Boss Man when he was alone and requested it, so why bother now?)

Stop making your male friends / family members call my mobile speaking in Arabic, laughing, and cackling while I continually say, “Arabi, shway, shway, No speak Arabi;" and then;

Don't personally call a few minutes later on my home phone asking, "Do you speak Arabic? Ha,ha." Like I wouldn't recognize your voice. Did you say you have two children? Some role model you are – who the fuck’s the adult in your house?

Stop having your friends call my phone in the middle of the night and then hourly the next day. I don’t sleep with a phone – I find it interrupts my sleep and I just happen to make sleep a priority. So, I only noticed those phone calls when I woke up, had some coffee and decided to ignore any further calls from that number.

Oh and btw, I have never received a fake, strange / wrong phone on my mobile in Cairo, until you stuck your finger in my face, turning down my offer, handing me your key and stomping out of my apartment blaming me for your son’s education.

Get off that pedestal! Give up the princess act. Your not Queen Nefertiti. Stop decorating other people’s homes (you’re not the wife either) and start doing your job – cleaning. Yes, I know, moving dirt from one room to another is a monotonous skill, but one you need to hone like the maids in Baku (who are experts at shit shifting.) Also, don’t try to impress me with your re-cycling know-how with filth from the previous day’s work; by not washing out the bucket, leaving dried up grains of sand and scum in the bottom, and then plopping it back into the sink and re-filling it with water. That just doesn’t wash with me.

I guess my question is: where the hell did all the cleaning supplies go? Were you drinking them? I mean it’s pretty obvious you weren’t using them to clean my house, and by your behavior, I’m concerned you may have overdosed on the Toilet Duck.

Perhaps you prefer to dust mop our floors with Pledge, like some maids, (so we can slip and break our necks) instead of vacuuming. I personally think you slit the throat of my new vacuum sweeper, out of spite. It now sits in the hallway, awaiting delivery to the electrical shop for repair and re-sale (actually, the salesman says he’s giving it to his wife – what a lucky gal.) It looks pathetic and it’s only three months old. How could you? What? It wasn’t good enough for you?

R, it has been many a domestic’s dream to please the Boss Man, but hiding things from him, washing his black socks with white tee’s in hot water with Clorox, breaking the IKEA Parson side table next to his TV room “command center” chair, and then staining the marble dining room table he just bought, among other things are not the way to do it. Surprisingly, a hapless maid is not what he’s interested in. It must have been a blow when the Boss Man told you, "not to touch," the new huge plasma screen TV. S our houseboy in Abu Dhabi knew how to do it right, like ironing the Boss Man’s pajamas; burning incense when we returned home from a trip; and detailing the car when he cleaned it, making everyone else in the neighborhood totally jealous. He would also admit when he broke something, too. You don’t even pass the sniff test. Besides, once the Boss Man started decorating and we started to actually accumulate some furnishings, you couldn’t handle it. Empty rooms, sure, easy - furnished, no way. Those little nick-nacks, furnishings, etc. got in your way, now didn't they honey? Actually, I think a lot of things got in your way and for now, I guess it's me.

GET A LIFE! Quit calling me. Go smear dirt around someone else’s house and get real – I didn’t fire you. You quit!

Cheers,

Vagabondblogger



p.s.- Boss Man says I should heed my own advice (“get a life”) and quit blogging about this shit. I had to explain to him that bloggers don’t have a life and that’s why we’re all here, in bloggatory. -v

Profiles of Expats - You Find It!

This is a series on Profiles of Expats. I hope to show the good, the bad and the ugly side of expat personalities. You may know them, you may have seen them or you might be one yourself.

Disclaimer: I have lived as an American Expatriate for more than 10 years in several locations and come across numerous “characters” in my travels. However, this is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

Actually this episode is not fictional, but a true personal experience. It's a taste of what many expats go through when hiring domestic help. There are many Emily Gilmores out there (Gilmore Girls) who dispose of their household help regularly. Most of us try to maintain a decent relationship with the people we hire, but there are times when it does not work out - for a variety of reasons. This is my latest experience.




YOU FIND IT!

I fired my maid. No, she quit. No I fired her. No she quit.

She quit.

I couldn’t deal with her anymore; or the Boss Man’s complaints; and then she did something that pissed me off; and when I asked her about it, she said something that sent me through the roof, then ....

History:
We hired her just as we were moving into our apartment. I was going to be leaving about a week after she started. We received a call from another expat who knew we might need a maid. She took the maid we were thinking of hiring (“J”) and referred us to the maid they were replacing (“R”). Their excuse for replacing R was that they had moved into a larger apartment and needed someone who could work more hours.

R is a younger woman, with 2 children and was accompanied by her mother for her interview. She came with three written recommendations, as well. She and her mom must've known we were somewhat desperate and came in demanding this amount of money, this amount of bonus, this and that; “my daughter does not do that,” and on and on. I thought the amount they wanted was outrageous, but she was a Coptic Christian and I was told that they were honest and good workers. Actually, I should add, there's a bit of bias against Islamic Egyptians within certain parts of the expat community. You hear quotes like, "they steal," "they're untrustworthy," and it goes on and on. That had little to do with our decision, since we knew of no other maids available at the time, and yes, we were rather desperate.

It’s dirty here in Cairo. I even brought weather stripping back last month to seal all the spaces in the sliding doors and windows that don’t shut properly (nothing here is square.) If a bug can fly through it, you know sand can too. Just on a daily basis the miniscule specks of sand you find on a table that you cleaned the evening before are everywhere. Unless you shutter up your home, depriving yourself of daylight and any other minute intrusions, you need to clean every fucking day. Dust does not build up gradually here, it accumulates second by second, minute by minute, hour by hour and the next thing you know, you’re neck deep in sand.


Back to R:

A few things sent off alarms about her:
1) Their demands and how pushy they were about them.
2) Her mother’s eyes popped open, as she gasped, ”this is a very large apartment!” (It’s not really.)
3) Her mother seemed to be overly involved.
4) The second day she called in sick. (She would only work Sunday, Tuesday and Thursday from 8:30 / 9:00 AM – 12:30 / 1:00 PM.)

A Record of what went wrong and when: (And possibly of my State Of Denial.)

(1) First day, a mirror broke. I brought a fisheye mirror from the States. We got it from Target, so it was not an expensive item. Workmen were here and she was cleaning in the same room, in the corner where the mirror was laying on a table. I heard a crash, something like glass breaking and walked in to see what happened. All the workmen looked over at her and she was bending over the table cleaning. Since she was leaning over the mirror I did not see it broken, until later. I suspected it was her doing, but really doubted my memory, as it was a chaotic day and there were workmen finishing things all over the apartment.

(2) Then the second day she called in sick (looking back now I wonder if this was guilt / worry over the broken mirror.)

(3) She came with shining recommendations, two of which were from male employers and one from her most recent. They stated that she was more than willing to purchase groceries, cook, etc if need be. So when I was away, the Boss Man left her a note with some money and asked if she could replenish a few items – nothing major, mostly light bulbs. The store is one block away and they even deliver! (All she had to do was call!) She probably could’ve asked the boab (doorman). She refused. I brushed it off as a result of fear due to the awful rumors about the “Maadi Serial Killer.”
(4) Then she washed his white tee shirts with his black socks using bleach, in hot water, when I explicitly showed her how to use the washer and how to wash differently colored items. It was actually a review since she was “experienced” at doing laundry. I even fucking told her “cold water” for clothing! So the Boss Man told her “no laundry, I do it myself.”

Most of this time the apartment was virtually empty, except for three beds and a few chairs, futon sofa and tables in the T.V. room. While I was gone, the Boss Man got his metrosexual freak on and furnished the living room and dining room. The furniture arrived about a week before my return.

When I returned five weeks later, Number 1 Son came with me along with Doggie. We were pretty much recuperating the first few days from jet lag, and then off venturing about town the rest of the week. I really didn’t care, since the apartment appeared to be clean, but I hadn’t really seen her in action, or taken a good look either. I was of the mindset, “relax - don’t get anal about the housekeeping.”

(5) She’s supposed to work four hours and usually works three and half max. When she’s already changed her clothes she comes to ask me if there’s anything else I need. This is so typical; our maid in Baku pulled this shit too. They go change into their nice street clothes and then ask you (dare you) to ask them for further work. “Finish. You needing anything else?” I started to get overly suspicious that she was just a princess. She just had that attitude.

(6) When she said, “Mr. says not to do laundry.” I told her he preferred me to wash the clothes. She had been folding the laundry for me and then decided to quit, quite suddenly (something that I noticed - like a “fuck you” statement?)

One morning I was lining the kitchen cabinet shelves with adhesive white lining paper. The cabinets were hand painted white and from experience I knew, with all the shifting of plates, etc., the paint would scratch. I decided to line the shelves with white contact paper. Besides it's easier to clean and doesn't seem to accumulate as much dust, or maybe just looks cleaner. Whatever - I'm all for it. R sees me doing this and says, "you working?" I just let that one slide.

I’m a hands off type of person with some people – if you’re gonna dig a hole, do it yourself.

(7) Boss Man says R was washing dishes and I told her upon my return not to hand wash anymore dishes. Just put them into the dishwasher and we would run it after dinner. As I was getting dishes and some other items out of the cabinets for dinner, I noticed an oily residue on them, screaming “botulism!” After further investigation, I ended up putting half the china, silverware, glasses and bake-ware back through the dishwasher. This is standard procedure in Baku as well, where people worry more about microbes than mold; where the driver sticks his black nailed finger into some yogurt at the bazaar, sticks in your face and says, “you like try?”

(8) The week before last, we were getting ready to hang posters that we had framed (and which I had lugged back from the U.S.) The Boss Man suggested I get the vacuum out. When I looked in the broom closet, the vacuum had a huge rip in the hose, where it meets the suction foot coupler. So we taped it up, with duct tape, shoved it back together. (I love duct tape.) Then the Boss Man showed me where R had actually broken part of the body (floor nozzle – go figure) while I was gone, and that too was duct taped up. This was a new vacuum mind you – hardly a month old, when she originally broke it. So then when she came into work the next day, not only did she re-break the hose joint we fixed the night before, she broke the hose in another area. It looked like someone sliced into it with a razor blade (several of which we had lying around because we needed them for other work, like scraping paint off of tiles and sinks.) I just decided to give her the benefit of the doubt, as the vacuum was made in Egypt and let’s face it, it’s not a Bosch or Siemens – it’s a cheap copy of a Kenwood. Who’s to blame – the maid or the manufacturer? This is a toss up, but I suspected she was abusing the equipment.

(9) Then I noticed a hazy white gloss atop my parquet floors. This was disturbing. I wasn’t sure it was her method of cleaning, which I guessed was slopping all the dirt around from one room to the next, a reaction of some sort or the fact that she did not wring out the mop enough and left too much water sitting on the floor. The floors had been re-sanded and re-finished before we moved in, per our request (something they call "scraping de floors" around here). I specifically told her to use vinegar and water. I never smelled the vinegar, but the water started to reek. Now my guess is, she thought if it looked drenched, it must be spotless. And another guess is, that she might be using bleach; or that she was not even using a cleaning agent at all. It was annoying to have beautiful wood floors looking like shit. Just because the water here is highly chlorinated, does mean you can skip the soap.

Then this past week, after she demanded the whole week off for Easter week (Coptic Orthodox ceremonial days), she also demanded half of her bonus with her pay in advance (cause that was another holiday where she would be absent.) Her bonus was not due until Christmas. I thought something was up: like she’d take it and call in saying she quite. No such luck. But I feel like a fool trying to please her and ignoring all the crap that was going on. Maybe I let it go too far, but shit, I was hoping this would work out.

She shows up last week, for her one day so far this month and is friendly, but for some reason, all of her friendliness reminds me of a certain cousin of mine who is a compulsive liar. She reminds the Boss Man of his late sister. That’s one psychotic combination!
Then she gets down to cleaning and as I told the Boss Man before, I am so unhappy with the way this has turned out - I couldn’t train her properly due to lack of time, she doesn’t listen anyway, unless you take away responsibilities, and while I’m on chat with the kids or working on my blog she just gives me the evil eye. Oh and btw, I do change out of my pajamas for her.

The curtain guys came to install the drapes for the living room and dining room on Saturday. I had lilies on the table making the whole room smell like a funeral parlor. They were drooping and dropping and I was actually embarrassed as I had not noticed it earlier. So after they left, I threw out the flowers, put a small clock in its place and positioned a small sheesha pipe by one of the kid’s photos on the table.



So on Tuesday (R was off Sunday – another freaking Holiday) I have her translate to the gardener for me. He and I have already discussed, in broken English and broken Arabic, what we're going to do. I ask her to ask him a one sentence question. She starts talking and the conversation goes on, much to my dislike. More on that some other time. When I ask an employee to translate, that's what I expect, and from the little Arabic I know, common courtesy (Salaam, kefel hal?) was not involved. It's R-U-D-E! It's a major anger trigger for me. How do I know you're not asking him what I pay him? huh? (Like it's any of your business.) One major rule: Just Don't! Don't fucking do that! Do I speak Greek in front of you or to you? Fuck no! Don't do that.

I think I need to start meditating.

Later R is in the living room doing something around the table and looking at me strangely. I just brushed it off – again. Then later I find a small, tiny sheesha pipe with the lip end posed up against the wall in a very strange situation. It’s a small pipe Number 1 Son and I picked out together at the Khan. I distinctly remember placing it on the table, unbroken after the curtain guys left. She was the only person who would’ve touched it and the Boss Man would’ve said so, if he had done it. It was a cheap little Khan trinket; nothing to write home about, but something Number 1 Son and I both liked.

You can tell when something’s askance – it just does not look right.



(10) So I pick up the pipe and it literally falls apart, into three pieces. There were two pieces to begin with and now three. So I was upset, but not overly. I was upset that she hadn’t said anything to me about it. Again it’s a cheap little trinket from the bazaar, but Boss Man says call her up and get to the bottom of this. He says, “fire her ass! She’s broken enough in this house.” I was upset, didn’t want to call her that night, waited 24 hours to get rid of my immediate anger and called her the next afternoon.




I Wanted to get it over with before Thursday as she said she’d be in church that day (“all day”), getting all oiled up per tradition and it’s the week before Easter (Holy Week). This is the time if you have not confessed during the year, when you now get down on your fucking knees, in front of the priest and literally beg for forgiveness; the time you owe up to all the shit you pulled this past year; the time to cleanse your soul and rid your mind of guilt, while your body has been exposed to a Lenten diet; so you can partake in Holy Communion (bread and wine: we do it right in the Greek Orthodox Church where you get wine from a spoon that’s got germs on it from everyone in front of you in line and a piece of the driest bread - so dry it gives you cotton-mouth. Yeah, we do it right, cause at that point you’re high and dry.) This is the time to come clean.



(11) So I call her on Wednesday late afternoon, thinking maybe she’ll own up to it. I go through all the cordialities and then ask if she forgot to tell me something that happened the day before. She acts like she’s oblivious. Then when I tell her, she says, “yes, but you find it.” She denies breaking the cheap little sheesha pipe regardless of how much I reassure her it’s no problem. All she repeats is, ‘Yes, but you found it.” “You find vacuum, yes? You find it.” “I not break any thing, you find it.” In other words - fuck you! Fuck me!

Okay, so I reassure her that if she breaks anything in the future to tell me – it’s no problem. We had a houseboy in Abu Dhabi who continually broke things with his elbow when he was vacuuming, but he was worth his weight in gold. R is not and as the weekend passed and I noticed corners with sawdust from the curtain guys that had not been vacuumed and pieces of furniture positioned to cover it up; stuff like that. It became apparent to me that I was a fool, and that this was not going to work out. It just pissed me off more and more as the week went on.

I started getting really annoyed, angry and vented. One day I was going to fire her ass, the next maybe not, until I came back to reality and decided I needed to come up with a non-confrontational way to get rid of her. I was originally going to ask for her key to the apartment (pretending to check my lock) and then tell her to get her ass out of my house. I just can’t do that. I’m Greek. We start shaking when we get highly emotionally charged and it is not a good thing. I think that’s what makes us so damned crazy. I personally did not want to go through the emotional upheaval getting into a hissy fit with a maid. I did not want "a scene.” Maybe it’s because I’m pissed off at myself, as well, for letting it get this far; and I’m avoiding or in denial.

Boss Man says I can’t call her a lair. I think it’s because maybe she can come back and sue me, like that judge who plagiarized some Egyptian websites, they showed him up as the plagiarist he is and now he’s suing them?! So I had to watch my mouth. No someone tells me. It’s not that at all. For every auto accident in Cairo, they need not only a tow truck, but a psychiatrist, since everyone here is also very emotional.

I decided I would not discuss the damage she had done to our possessions. With the excuse of needing full time help; help that can cook, shop (for the Boss Man when I’m away) and care for Doggie. I would give her 30 days notice. (Actually we do need more help.) This gives her time to look for another position and for me to find a new maid. Plus, she would get paid for her week off and I think that’s a good deal.

Tuesday, after her week off she arrives, sees me on the porch (Doggie just went out for her morning constitutional) and wow, was that a dirty look. She comes in all happy and so I tell her we need to talk and explain how we need someone who can put in more time. She says maybe she can come in for two hours on the other days. I say, “no we need someone all day, someone who is willing to shop and care for the dog.” Blah, blah, blah, back and forth the discussion goes. For each new idea she has, I have one that is more difficult for her to match. I tell her, “you have thirty days - one month. This gives you time to make money and also find a job. This gives me time to find a new maid.” She asks if it’s about something “you think I broke” and I tell her no. I am not going there with this crazy bitch. Just not gonna do it, cause it will get ugly. Think about it: a Greek bitch and a crazy Egyptian girl, who feels rejected – just more stuff to get broken.

She’s disappointed and after much back and forth, agrees. She goes in to change her clothes, which she keeps in the laundry room. On the counter, in the laundry room I left two clay candle holders from Baku. They had been on the front porch, which I spent the two previous days sweeping, hosing, moping and thoroughly cleaning along with the accessories. It was a hint and maybe it worked, because she came out with her work clothes in her hands and said, “I think I just give you key now and leave.”

I said, “are you sure you want to do this?” I was unemotional, since I didn’t care what she did at this point, but she’d be throwing away money. She became slightly hysterical, points her finger in my face, blaming me for her son’s education and most likely everything else wrong in her life.

She wanted half a month’s pay (including the one week holiday) and then called the Boss Man at his office demanding such. Wow – the nerve. I have no idea what exactly was said, but I think she figured out that she had screwed herself – message received?

Now I have a spanking brand new vacuum, because the old one just expired, coincidentally about an hour after she stomped out of the apartment (co-dependency issues?) I moped the floors doing a mop / vacuum thing, which was a major pain as I had to rinse the freaking mop out after each section I moped, dip it in slightly soapy water and do another section. Low and behold, that glossy white haze that she continually left on my hardwood floors was now gone and I could finally see the sheen from a nice parquet. It’s fucking amazing what a little soap and water will do.