Ugh! I have such conflicting emotions right now!
What do you do when you find out how much your maid hates living here? What do you do when you see a before and after picture and you realize shes lost a lot of weight since shes been here? What do you do when you see someone treated like furniture when you know they are a living, breathing, human being too?

My host family is pretty nice. To me at least. My host sister is amazing. The host dad is quiet. The host mom cooks me amazing food. Yet how could they treat someone who LIVES with them the way they do their maid?

I had an amazing conversation with my maid today. Yes, two people who DO NOT speak the same language at all had a conversation! Granted, it was with the aid of paper and a combination of broken English and Arabic. Really, it was amazing and it made me so happy that I hugged her (probably crossed a cultural boundary somewhere...oh well).


I feel guilty for enjoying anything here.
My host mom gave me amazing strawberries that were probably the freshest and sweetest strawberries I have ever eaten. I came in and told her how amazing they were and took my dish to the kitchen. There, sitting on the counter for my maid were three shriveled, half rotten strawberries. I practically wanted to cry then and there.


Whats wrong with people?