From Jambe To Tartous

Exactly 3 years ago, Rose arrived in Tartous coming from Jambe. I met her at the Kadmous bus station and took her home. She was a little girl of 22, very shy, very quiet. She had trusted her luck and left her home and family in search for a job. Her fate took her all the way from Jambe in Indonesia to Tartous in Syria.
She walked in our place a little intimidated yet very proud. Traveling all this distance to work for three years for an unknown employer is not a task which can be taken lightly by a man or a woman. In addition, she spoke little Arabic.
We asked her to rest for the day but she wouldn’t have any of it. I swear that she’s been working for 3 years without ever complaining. We would tell her to stop and take it easy for a while but she wouldn’t listen. Only when the kids begged her to she would put invented work aside and play with them.
We have moved from one apartment to another and Rose carried most of the burden of moving. She left the first place sparkling clean and kept the new one shining and smelling beautiful. During her tenure she had learned how to cook and became very good at preparing Sayadieh Bi Samak and Wara2 3inab.
She’s become a sister to the kids and they treated each other with love and affection. Through it all, and despite the fact that she was very happy with us, she missed her home. She once said that she cannot stop working because then she would have free time. What else would she think about if she had free time except her home with the mango and coconut trees in Jambe, her family and her little brother of two?
Rose had been a part of our family for three full years and when we finally drove her to the airport so that she goes back to Indonesia, our eyes were filled with tears. She said that she’ll miss us terribly but that she had to be with her family. We asked her to take good care of herself and to send us her wedding picture when she gets married.
Rose, we already miss you. Thank you, not merely for the great help you’ve been to us all, but also for being a part of our lives.
Thank you Rose.


Syrianita said…
Its Amazing how they can become a part of our life’s and how we get so used to them that we can’t think of our families without them in it and how hard is it
When they have to go, Halima got a year to go and we r thinking how in the world we gonna survive without her :)
Unknown said…
This is a touching story. I always dread going to the airport, because it reminds of departure. I can'e help bu think that this my last time seeing this person, r this place, etc.

I wish her the best of luck
Abufares said…
I hate goodbyes too.
I've said so many of them over the years, I've really lost count.
Everytime I see someone for the last time, I feel like I've lost part of myself :-(

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