#ofwlife

📍Al Ula, Saudi Arabia

It’s tough to stay put in the same place for a very long time, lalo na kapag malayo sa mga mahal mo sa buhay. However, maybe the word “tough” wasn’t in my dictionary, basta para sa pamilya kaya!💪 Sabi nga nila , sanayan lang yan..patibayan ng dibdib at palakasan na lang ng loob. 10 years ago, i decided to go out of my comfort zone... miles away! When i had set foot on Hongkong soil, para akong isang isda na hinango mula sa tubig at nilagay sa lupa. Parang gusto ko na agad bumalik sa Pilipinas nung nandito na ako. Pero di ko nagawa kasi nandito pa din ako makalipas ang isang dekada😂

The Yung family have accepted and considered me as part of their family since December 02, 2010. They have loved me through every circumstance that came my way. They have smiled and celebrated with me during the highs of my life and cried with me through the lows, even during the darkest days of my life they have hugged me and even shared me some light. I have watched them go thru difficult situations too. I have seen them endure hard times, sickness, and loss, but despite the pain and the hurt, i can still see a smile on their faces everytime my eyes meet theirs.😊

And today, im happy and grateful that God gave me this family to work with. Suffice to say, for the past years ive worked harder than i thought. Im proud of how i have been handling my life away from home despite of all the challenges that came along the journey. I have fought many silent battles thru prayers over the last 10 years. I have silently cried at night and wiped my own tears a lot of times with my bare hands kapag pagod na ako at namimiss ko ang mga anak ko. Nauusal ko na lang lagi sa sarili ko pagkatapos kong suminghot at suminga..😝 "laban lang girl, kaya pa!"

Thank you God!🙏 My cup is overflowing..

December 02, 2010-2020

These are my hands.

Yes, they are dirty and sometimes pretty.

Decorated with my marital band showing the world that I was married and loved someone special.

They are rough, scaly and calloused

But I’m proud of the dirt, the scales and the callouses.

I didn’t get them that way by slacking, relaxing or going out for a good time.

I got them that way by working with them.

And I’m proud of the work and the dirt.

These are my hands..

They have put food in my mouth and the mouth of my loved ones.

I use them to fold the clothes, cook the food, wash the dishes and clean the house.

They tied my shoes and pulled out my pumps.

They have been dirty and scraped because of so much work.

These are my hands..

They have wiped away my tears when i buried my spouse

They caress my children when they get hurt

They hold them in embrace when they are afraid.

They clap in joy when i see my children become the best version of themselves

They have touched someones soul and gave away some love and care.

These are my hands.

They hold me up, lay me down and continue to fold in prayer.

These hands are the mark of where ive been and the story of my life.

These are my hands.

They are not pretty hands, they are dirty, rough and unglamorous.

But they are strong hands.

Hands that can do so much and can give so much..

These are my hands..

Ive used them all my 41 years of existence

To reach out, grab and embrace life.

These are my hands..dirty or clean.. im proud of it!

I hope someday.. someone will hold these hands of mine.

And kiss away all the hurt and pain that it has experienced.

I hope someday..someone with stronger hands will hold my weak and frail hands.

I hope someday these hands will be held by my children's hands..

Kiss them and thank the hands that raised them!

#iamShashable❤

SHA

May 22, 2020

3:00 Hongkong, N.T.

I agree sharing a room with a stranger who I just met a day before our flight to work abroad. From the first month, we told our stories and I always consider her feelings because she's younger than me and she felt homesick because of her trauma from first contract. As time pass, I take care of her like a family cause I know how tiring the work is and how hungry we can both be. I do the chores I hated back home to consider her resting time when I'm not busy. I always choose the most convenient for her in every decision we are making especially when about budget.

Until two colleagues live with us in the same flat and everything has changed. Her attitude towards me have different tones when we are altogether. Yet the kindest when facing with me alone. From then, I started seeing her making face and hearing backstabbing words towards the Colleague A which she just laughed with "30 SECONDS" before.

Imagine how could it be on the other side everytime they are talking about me.. how negative it is when I'm not around, then suddenly smile when they saw me. Ohh! And I remember instances like telling a twisted stories to the manager and supervisor about me that never happen or giving add ons to the real happenings to trigger them and hurt me physically. (Yes! These men are hitting women at work to remind their title) I was hurt emotionally discovering how she admit doing it on purpose because they are expecting the action from the managers. And recently, the glance that she make with Colleague B that tells no good words from my Pov plus the smirk everytime I talk.

I feel betrayed. I see her faking in my face and I am hurt for giving kindness. I am broken hearted everytime I'm thinking we are all eating in the same table; laughing; yet behind each other we are biting each hands.

Thank you for the guidance from above who enlightened me. For letting me know first hand how they are doing it to me.. please dont let me fall to the wrong doings of humanity. Please guide these people around me to clear their mind and have sincere heart.