Journalist Vani Saraswathi, longtime Qatar resident and editor of Just Here, has written this personal blog post about the mixed feelings she has about hiring home help.
Six months ago, our menagerie grew to five. Our life got more comfortable. Waking up to a neat home, beds made, hot meals for the asking, children cared for… and yet, I feel burdened.
Y is an adult who chose to travel thousands of miles to a strange land. What I grapple with daily is that it wasn’t necessarily an educated choice. All she had to go by was one Skype conversation, and a contract that I printed off my home computer.
R & I would forever be haunted by the look on her face as we received her at the airport. He saw her first, as he had to go meet the immigration official at the Maha lounge to ‘claim’ his ward.
She walked five steps behind him, holding onto her black handbag, and approached the group of us waiting for her at Costa’s–me, the kids, friends who travelled to Doha on the same flight.
Wide-eyed after a long flight, transfers included, quite clearly afraid of what and who awaits her.
Over the next six weeks she was trained by our part-time help of seven years and honorary matron of the family, K. We were all getting used to each other. That seems a long time ago.
Now, we are used to having someone at home all the time. We are ever-conscious of how much smoother the functioning of our home is, and are grateful for it.
But it doesn’t escape me that we wield an unfair control over Y.
That’s the nature of her assignment as a migrant domestic worker…
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Credit: Photo for illustrative purposes only by Penny Yi Wang