We were in Africa and we had a maid who was older than my mom. Old enough to be my grandmother I used to love (AUN) her name was hawa. She was from Tanzania. Made amazing food MashAllah. One day my mother asks me to massage her feet while I’m doing that the maid does something and my mom loses her cool while I’m there. Hawa would hide food for me coz I would not eat a lot and we were many so if u don’t eat on time u buy dry bread. She starts scolding her like a little kid she gave birth to. I was so uncomfortable and hurt I just ran out the room. Miskeenta she was sad. I go up to my mom and I tell her what she did wasn’t good and that woman was old enough to be her mother and just because she pays her 40 bucks a month doesnt give her the right to disrespect her like that and scold her infront of a kid(me) that is embarrassing. My mother calls my dad and tells him what I said to her. From that day it never happened again at least not in front of the children. When I say my mother respects me she does. My sister had a habit of calling her shaqaalo. So disrespectful. I would cringe every time. To a point I would yell at them to call her by her name or call her aunty. A place full of women and no male is a house of petty, disrespect and no logic. There has to be a man who keeps everyone in check.