She called at midnight, weeping, saying in Tamil: “They sent me out, they asked me to leave. I am near the gate.”
And so ended the day after 20-exhausting hours, with a much closer look at how stifling it can get here.
Fifteen months ago, with great trepidation we took on the responsibility and welcomed home Y, to help me run my home. Even though she was responsible and her work left little room for complaints, we were increasingly ill at ease to have a live-in help. Even as we were contemplating our options, things came to a head.
At 4 am on Thursday I was woken up by a missed call. From Y’s number. Panicking, we rushed to her room to see an empty bed. When we called back, the phone was answered by an Arab man who introduced himself simply as ‘the police’, and told us that they had caught ‘the maid with man.’
We were stunned. What man? How, when, who… Our Y? The one we trust so implicitly with our children, our home, our unlocked wardrobes.
Once we got our head around the call, R rushed to the capital police.
Here’s what happened:
- We were not allowed to speak to her. R saw her in the questioning cell looking scared. She speaks Tamil, and has only a smattering of English.
- She was caught sitting in a car with a man, outside our building, is all we were told.
- We were told ‘we were safe’ because she was not caught on our premises, so we were not culpable.
- They refused to tell us what action would be taken, or what we could do.
- They did ask what we wanted to do, and we made it clear that we won’t file a case, but take her home and send her back to her country.
- They asked R to come back after a bit, but he was not allowed to meet her.
- When R went back the cop was actually surprised and little rude about why he was so bothered, and sent him back. They were suspicious of a sponsor/employer who seemed to care.
- The next stop was the embassy. They again said nothing could be done. The law will run its course. But what was the law?
- When in doubt about migrant rights, call Aakash. He gave me some clarity. But again, the same counsel. Nothing could be done.
- The cops did mention that the prosecutor would make a decision that night. But they would call us, and we can’t do anything more.
- They didn’t call us. They just sent her out. Late in the night. When we went to pick her up, she was with the guy they found her with. It was midnight, she was waiting with someone who probably made her feel safe in a strange place.
We brought her home, and sent her back to her home country the next morning.
What did we learn during those 20 hours? When the sh*t hits the fan you might or might not be soiled. You just wait and watch.
Here is why we will not recruit and sponsor another live-in help:
- However good our intentions, because of the nature of the laws here, she will be in a state of entrapment.
- It is not a healthy environment for an adult to be dependent on his/her employer for sustenance, entertainment and solace. The employer wields unfair power over the employee.
- Unlike Hong Kong which also has a large number of domestic workers, there is no provision in place here in Qatar for their entertainment or socialising.
- An adult woman has needs. And the fact is, we would not have allowed her to meet her man outside in the dead of the night (we have our interests to protect), nor allow a stranger into our home (we have our kids safety to keep in mind.)
- Because I don’t want to ever feel this angry and this helpless. However much I empathise with situation, I am still very upset that my home and children were placed at risk.
- Many months ago when she asked to meet someone outside, we asked to meet and speak to the guy first. It made us feel sick and feudal. But we had to do it because:
- As her employers/sponsors, we would be held responsible if we knowingly allowed herself to place herself at any risk.
- We recruited her through a friend, giving her family back home an assurance that she would be treated with respect and kept safe.
- We did not know of any place that she could meet anyone, be it man or woman, without being questioned or harassed. (Only the Filipinos seems to have a sense of community that addresses the socializing needs of workers of all income levels)
- We had from day 1 explained how the system works here, and why things that are not really a ‘crime’ are illegal here. Yet, one cannot easily accept feeling like they have no life.
- If I were to go through the last 15 months all over again, I would have tried harder to provide socialising opportunities that were not dependent on us. Having said that, I wouldn’t have gone through the process at all.
- But, I don’t regret having Y in our lives these past several months. She made it so much easier for me to cope with a new job and new challenges. I do regret that she didn’t leave with more dignity.
- I regret not picking up on some signals over the last few months. But I see them as ‘signs’ only in hindsight.
- I regret that for several minutes through the day I judged her character, slipping into a moralistic frame of mind (when did I become that kind of a person?). I had to remind myself the number of times in my youth I sneaked out for a rendezvous, betraying my parents’ trust.
- I regret that she didn’t really trust us enough to take us into her confidence (she wants to marry this guy); We trusted her with our children, after all.
- I regret that she didn’t save enough to buy the land she wanted, or shop for her family and go back with bag loads of gifts as she did the last time.
- I regret that her last memory of my family and me would be overcome with her own regrets and ignominy.
- She left our home stoic, and without a farewell to the children (who were asleep then and think she went home to take care of her mother). I will regret that.
- Little room for second chances for the disempowered. Regret…
- I regret that I am part of a system that is inherently prejudiced against low-income migrants, especially domestic workers. When ‘caught’, she was not allowed any representation.
Why am I writing this blog post?
- If you are planning to recruit domestic help, ask yourself tough questions. You are taking a human being into your home, her basic needs are the same as yours, would you be able to give her a life that you won’t be afraid to live?
- Do not forget that you have power that no one individual should be given. So use that power cautiously. We only had to say ‘file a case’, and she would have been entangled in a long prosecution and detention. She would have been treated as a ‘runaway’ or ‘absconder’.
- Make your threshold a sacred space that no one crosses without your permission, especially when there are kids. I think we communicated this strongly enough, that she assured us that she never brought her boyfriend home. It gave us both a degree of relief and guilt.
- Because I spoke about the experience of sponsoring a domestic help earlier, I thought it only fitting I write this too.
- And finally… Writing is how I cope. It is how I vent and how I heal. This post is public because I feel we live in an unfair society, and we have to be perennially aware of what this kind of migration is all about.