I saw myself through some of their actions… — The life in Catholic convent truly assimilated to the life in Islamic monastery I was in. The meditations. The prayers. The reading of biographies of Saints. The servanthood of cooking, washing, and serving meals. The hostel or bedroom we shared. The garment we put on. Similar. No wonder the early…

A consolation to what I felt hurtful being a housekeeper at the fine dining restaurant… — Disclaimer: Names* changed to protect the identity of the persons. The priests were real. I had no fear to mention them here, for they spoke Truth. Because He knows you were not ready yet… “It’s attitude that’s the most important in a person. It’s not success, managerial role, rank…” —…

The ugly side of life as a part time housekeeper or stewardess… — Disclaimer*: Names changed to hide the identity of persons. The restaurant was a cool place with fabulous bosses and great learning curves. However, the shortcomings were from individuals with negative mindset that made an enjoyable place to work, unbearable. It wasn’t my bosses’ fault. “I don’t know what’s with my…

The priest taught me forgiveness at confession not condemnation — Some people said when we reached an age when we kept ourselves indoors, went home straight after work, and preferred to be quieter, we had an old soul. An old soul like me at 40 would automatically sit in spiritual places like the cathedrals, shrines, monastery, or dargahs. …

Everything came in an order… — In life, there would be signs where the universe reminded us of a significant event unfolded. When we paid close attention, we would understand why people said whatever happened came with a reason or purpose. So today, I would like to list some signs the Universe gave me to watch…

The scammers impersonated my Spanish mentor and friend… — “Alberto, could you please explain to me what darkness here means?” I remembered leaving a comment on my friend’s medium article long time ago. “Ok. Contact me via Telegram at AlbertoWrites…” — Mr. Scammer. It happened right after my morning chants when I was sipping my 1st cup of coffee…

the one who waits for you to greet first… — What makes a place enjoyable to work is the team. The French restaurant always have a slogan “dream team”. This dream differs from one person to the other. For example, my dream for a dream team is a nightmare to another. That’s why every person is unique. Good and bad. …

It set my time right for my tasks… — Disclaimer: Names* changed to protect the identity of my loved ones. Any resemblances could be pure coincident. I met Freda* at the train station last 2-weekends. I didn’t want to leave the queue for the next train. She came over to my side. “Do you know I was fired?” …

# Quiet quitting… — “Lissa…Remember to bring along your heart with you if you ever return home to XXX restaurant…” said Father B. For a moment, my heart felt lost. I felt void. I had no absolute idea where I buried my heart. “I lost my heart…I don’t know where I buried it…” I…