SINTA was not liked by most of the nurses
She had some friend nurses who were Malaysian. They would have a chat because of no linguistic barriers and would share meals. Yet most nurses did not like Sinta at all.
They would mind when they were assigned mama’s room just because of Sinta’s presence there. This attitude which was common among most of the nurses was out of my thinking!
What had Sinta done, the poor soul hadn’t provided any harm to them! Why would they hate her so much? Sinta was a great person, I used to often chat with her: she was supportive and there was a spark in her personality.
We often used to laugh while communicating because mostly we could not understand each other. Even though I had developed my Saudi language skills, yet they were not so good and we would end up using gestures and sign language to communicate.
She supported me in getting married to a Saudi
She was very positive, even though she did not have a good experience with Saudis, she would always support me when it came to my marriage. Where everyone stopped me from marrying my Saudi husband to be, she was there to support me.
It was her positivism that gave me the strength when others would just bash Saudi men and let my morale down! She was very much hopeful about my marriage life. She was also excited about my future life.
She expressed her desire to become my housemaid after I had children. She even suggested that they could find a new maid for Mama. Anyone would believe it to be a kind gesture, but most probably Sinta was looking for an escape.
She was planning to leave the house she was working for. She had concerns for mama as well. Helpless she was, but hopeful at the same time. It occurred to me but I wasn’t much equipped with sponsors changing procedure in the Kingdom.
Why would Sinta be thinking to leave the sponsor even though she had developed an affiliation with Mama? Well, her life and tasks weren’t easy: to host a paralyzed person day to night isn’t easy at all.
She was paid only SR 600 per month for 24/7 Job
She had no leave; yes, not a single leave or a day off in years! She was being paid only 600 Saudi Riyals a month with loads of work. Her passport was with the sponsor and she had no escape.
She was handed a cell phone without any credit so that she won’t remain connected with anyone. She was a ‘prisoner’ in the hospital. She had only two or three dresses which she would wash and rotate.
I pity her: that was what consisted of her entire wardrobe! Her health was failing because of her hectic routine. The family was so busy in God knows what that they would visit once a week and would bash Sinta.
They were never thankful to her rather would just complain her upon her work. I got furious and once asked to keep a nurse that would rotate shifts with Sinta as Sinta’s health was being affected.
She was a human being, not a robot that didn’t need rest at all! I tried to convince them that if Sinta became ill who would take care of mama, but all my efforts were in vain.
I knew they were financially strong enough to hire a part-time maid but either it was their laziness or what that they would not hire a maid that would shift duties with Sinta.
I started to feel bad for the poor soul so
I started to feel bad for the poor soul so I would often give her some healthy food, some beauty products, would recharge credit in her cell phone so she could remain in contact with her family.
I would do certain small kind gestures to cheer her up, but I was never expecting nurses to get jealous. They started to develop envy for Sinta so much so that gifting a pair of old shoes would become a great deal for them.
They would taunt her while inquiring where she had gotten the stuff I gave. God knows why they got annoyed of things I gave her and time we spent together. I could not understand anyone.
Why didn’t they have a soft corner in their hearts for Sinta? Why were they so jealous and envious of her? Her life was miserable, her routine was tiring, her health was falling and no one cared!
I used to give her some gifts on Eid and other occasions
But whatever people said didn’t matter to me; I devoted time for Sinta and developed a friendship with her. Even though Sinta and I belong to different nations, we have a different culture and were different in many ways; we did develop a bond among us.
Even though we had different languages, we connected strongly. It occurred to me as if I knew Sinta since long. I could feel her pain and joys. We were close to each other despite our differences.
I knew she was working tirelessly to send some money at home, so I started to give her some cash which she would save and send back home. I tried to cheer her up on Eid by giving her some extra money and fancy jellabiya.
Other Nurses complained about my behavior
But I was shocked when I was questioned by the head nurse for financially supporting Sinta and spending time with her. I noticed that complaints were lodged by other nurses out of envy.
The spinster daughter would also envy Sinta, which I could never understand why! I mean why would a rich girl be jealous of a poor maid? On her visit, once a week or so, she would investigate Santa’s closet!
Sinta was in hospital 24 hours a day, what would she be having in her closet? Why was she even concerned about her assets? What was the daughter looking for?
She even took away the perfume and a dress that I had once gifted Sinta. She accused Sinta of stealing and took away the things. This gave me a shock! I was amazed at treatment Sinta was being offered by the family.
The family always used to bash her for negligence
In return for such horrible treatment, Sinta would remain loyal to her job. The way she took care of mama neglecting her health speaks for it. Whenever the family members came to a visit, Sinta was greeted with anger and complaints so much so that Sinta had developed a fear of them.
She would not come out of the room so that no one would complain that she had neglected the patient and was taking a break. She would not take short walks in the corridor either, she was afraid to be scolded by the family members and relatives of mama.
So, coming out of the room in the day time was out of the question for Sinta, however, I suggested that she shall venture out at night while I would attend her patient. This somehow cheered her up and this was only outing she had in years!
She continued this routine for three years! Not going outside in day time, she kept herself a prisoner in the room for more than three years. She had not felt the fresh air; the refreshing feel of breathing fresh air; she had not experienced sunlight striking the cheeks and its warmth.