Sa3ida is the housekeeper of the company where I work. Whenever she passes me I can not help but wonder where then lies the "happiness" that he was assigned. Sa3ida is maid since she was a child. At the age of 8 years ago his father sent him to Tunis to work in homes. She had to send his pay back home the first of each month. Otherwise the father came back the money and fix the "rebel girl". At sixteen, Sa3ida been a waiter in a cafe and married her mind to escape the tyranny of a parent who was never shown the slightest sign of affection.
sa3ida's husband lived with his wife the time to make her eight children. Then one day, without warning, he disappeared from circulation. It is twenty five years she had no news of him. She does not know whether he died or if he is alive. She did not try to find elsewhere. She monopolized her attention to raising her children she raised as she could. She did everything for them to go to school, but only two of them came to follow a course of normal studies graduating. Others have chosen different paths between prostitution and crime.
Sa3ida is the kind of woman fighter. She has the instinct of survival and resourcefulness. She was often asked to work colleagues of the loans it repaying regularly. If she could not pay a monthly fee, she advised a lot to advance the individual. Sometimes when she misses a payment, he sometimes pay two monthly installments at once at maturity from issue to a point of adversity and maintain its reputation as a "good payer".
Abandoned by the man who was his companion, she squattât municipal land in a slum in the capital. At the beginning she improvisât a semblance of home. Then, little by little, she built her first "real" home.
Despite all the vicissitudes, the spell seemed to strive not completely Sa3dia cons. The land that is occupied squattât last for years would be, by chance things, a lot will occupy a corner between two main streets. Anticipating the changing demographics of his neighborhood, she will claim ownership of the land and got it. Once in possession of the certificate of title, it will require yet another credit to build a second floor will become home to his family. The ground-floor stores it will lease it to repay its creditors. With only 250 dinars as salary, and never touched a dinar of dubious provenance, Sa3dia could accomplish almost miracles. Sa3dia, the housekeeper who never set foot in a school and who can neither read nor write, was able to win brilliantly graduated from the school's most difficult of all time: the school of life.
few days ago that, Sa3ida came to me with tears in his eyes. She said she wanted to talk to me five minutes. She tells me she did not want me or a loan or a handout, just a little of my time to listen. I closed the office door and I asked him to put at ease and say whatever he tormented life. She told me that one of his son, the last in which she still had some hope after a drinking bout of stupidity and desire to show his "intrepidity," went flying an abandoned house in the neighborhood . By bad luck, the house belonged to a cop. Wire Sa3ida and his accomplices were apprehended and justice lead in less than two days. For stealing a Nokia 3310, an alarm clock made in China and an analog receiver, the son of Sa3ida was sentenced to 5 years in prison.
Sa3ida cop approached the victim question of finding a friendly solution hoping to reduce the pain of his son. This proved very understanding, cooperative, friendly and very "helpful" as it is proposed to deal with the necessary legal steps himself. He claimed dinars 3500, estimated value by itself which objects were stolen, to sign the abundance of any prosecution. Sa3ida accepted the deal and paid. When I told her she was crazy to pay that sum and would have done better to let his son rot in jail so he could learn to behave better, she replied: I am a much lower price to pay the sum claimed by the " ripoux "than go visit each week to shoot him in jail and make the basket with transportation and inconvenience that follow ... His answer left me speechless. I told myself: you who call yourself Mr. I know everything and well here is one that just remind you that life is a perpetual learning ...
sa3ida's husband lived with his wife the time to make her eight children. Then one day, without warning, he disappeared from circulation. It is twenty five years she had no news of him. She does not know whether he died or if he is alive. She did not try to find elsewhere. She monopolized her attention to raising her children she raised as she could. She did everything for them to go to school, but only two of them came to follow a course of normal studies graduating. Others have chosen different paths between prostitution and crime.
Sa3ida is the kind of woman fighter. She has the instinct of survival and resourcefulness. She was often asked to work colleagues of the loans it repaying regularly. If she could not pay a monthly fee, she advised a lot to advance the individual. Sometimes when she misses a payment, he sometimes pay two monthly installments at once at maturity from issue to a point of adversity and maintain its reputation as a "good payer".
Abandoned by the man who was his companion, she squattât municipal land in a slum in the capital. At the beginning she improvisât a semblance of home. Then, little by little, she built her first "real" home.
Despite all the vicissitudes, the spell seemed to strive not completely Sa3dia cons. The land that is occupied squattât last for years would be, by chance things, a lot will occupy a corner between two main streets. Anticipating the changing demographics of his neighborhood, she will claim ownership of the land and got it. Once in possession of the certificate of title, it will require yet another credit to build a second floor will become home to his family. The ground-floor stores it will lease it to repay its creditors. With only 250 dinars as salary, and never touched a dinar of dubious provenance, Sa3dia could accomplish almost miracles. Sa3dia, the housekeeper who never set foot in a school and who can neither read nor write, was able to win brilliantly graduated from the school's most difficult of all time: the school of life.
few days ago that, Sa3ida came to me with tears in his eyes. She said she wanted to talk to me five minutes. She tells me she did not want me or a loan or a handout, just a little of my time to listen. I closed the office door and I asked him to put at ease and say whatever he tormented life. She told me that one of his son, the last in which she still had some hope after a drinking bout of stupidity and desire to show his "intrepidity," went flying an abandoned house in the neighborhood . By bad luck, the house belonged to a cop. Wire Sa3ida and his accomplices were apprehended and justice lead in less than two days. For stealing a Nokia 3310, an alarm clock made in China and an analog receiver, the son of Sa3ida was sentenced to 5 years in prison.
Sa3ida cop approached the victim question of finding a friendly solution hoping to reduce the pain of his son. This proved very understanding, cooperative, friendly and very "helpful" as it is proposed to deal with the necessary legal steps himself. He claimed dinars 3500, estimated value by itself which objects were stolen, to sign the abundance of any prosecution. Sa3ida accepted the deal and paid. When I told her she was crazy to pay that sum and would have done better to let his son rot in jail so he could learn to behave better, she replied: I am a much lower price to pay the sum claimed by the " ripoux "than go visit each week to shoot him in jail and make the basket with transportation and inconvenience that follow ... His answer left me speechless. I told myself: you who call yourself Mr. I know everything and well here is one that just remind you that life is a perpetual learning ...
