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Resignation in the UAE- How I finally gave up that Job (2)




This is a free world. Or that's what we believe. But trust me. It's not. Slavery still prevails. But in a new generation approach.

I have seen a lot of people here working for long hours, doing jobs they hate to do, tolerating every harassment thrown their way and getting salaries once in three months or more. Isn't that a new form of slavery? They are tied to the contracts, to the systems, and to the laws. They won't respond nor will they cry out loudly. The only reason: Money. We need that paper to survive here. To sustain here.

I know people from the elite group, from the upper middle class, from lower middle class and even the ones who live with 10 dirhams a day. All these people came here with the same dream: Dubai; Money; Fun; Beautiful Life. Some reach there. But most of them get stuck in the middle.


I thought of all the days I was here in this office. It was least interesting to me. I had to sit in my cubicle from 8.30 a.m to 6.00 p.m. I didn't enjoy doing the work even though I tried really hard to enjoy it. There was no happiness after every project I did.

But I used to see my senior colleague enjoying every work he did and that made me realize that, "He is a born Engineer". I wished a lot of times if I could be like him. Enjoying every Project I did.

I knew it was time to quit in the first month itself. But as I said, we are bound to get tied to the system. My husband left his job and was on a job hunt. I had to keep this job even if I liked it or not.

But now that he's got Masha Allah a good job and my health is what I have to focus on, I decided to resign.

This also made me wonder if my dad enjoyed what he was doing back when we were kids. Did he enjoy his job? Was he too forced to do it? He did seem happy. But I also remember days when he preferred to stay silent for a while. Maybe trying to forget his hard day in office.

To the ones in the corporate web, Do you really enjoy your work from the depth of your heart so that it gives you immense pleasure after every project? If yes, Lucky you!


Anyways, all these thoughts of mine take me to the second attempt of resignation on day 2.


#Attempt 2


8.30 am to 9.30 am...Waiting for Boss and finishing unfinished works.


9.40 a.m .......MD enters office


10.00 a.m......Some people come for a meeting. (Not a good time)


10.15 a.m...Meeting over. All managers in his room discussing something.


10.17 a.m...Aju (my hubby) messages me asking for an update.


10.18 a.m....His room is still full.


10.20 a.m...The room is finally empty.


Any time from now, I will go inside. My hormones are trained and well prepared today than yesterday's indifferent behavior. I go to the washroom to simply take a small walk and gather all my courage.


When I came back, the office was unusually silent. No one making a single noise. This happens on days when we don't have much work in the office. Some untrained hormones started taking their toll. Making me nervous again. I had no idea of what I was nervous. If I speak in this silence, everyone in the office will definitely hear me. Loud and Clear.

10.45 a.m....I took the letter and walked to his room. I don't care if others hear.

I asked sir "Can I speak for a few minutes?"

He saw the letter in my hand and might have guessed it. He said, "We will talk later."

"But Sir, when can we talk about this". I asked not giving up.

"Maybe Tomorrow. But today I don't have time for this". He said working hard on his computer.

"But Sir, I want to resign!"

"If you want to go to India, Its fine, we can talk about it later," He said once again. Its at times like these that we fall into the trap again and change our minds.

But I didn't want to go back to that days again.

"Sir, the doctor said I need rest. So does my family. Please let me go.". I was about to cry again.


"Ok. Then go. Give this letter to the HR!". Just what I had expected.


I gave the letter to the HR and his face lit up. Didn't ask me for once what happened. I didn't expect it also.

He had met with MD and I was waiting for the result. Will they make it more difficult for me? Will they let me go? I had no idea for we can't predict anything from any management. If they smile now, next moment they might even stab you. But I was clear that I would leave.

Later the HR came and asked me to submit my report on my health since that's what I had mentioned in my letter. He also told that I will have to serve one month notice period. Ta-da!! I was prepared for this as well. I told him that a mine is a Limited Contract and it doesn't require notice period (instead we have to pay back 45 days salary which I didn't mention though!).

He said,"Ok. I will speak to the MD for you and let's see what happens." and he left the room.

Just as he left, my finance manager asked me as for why I am resigning, "Issues does happen in every company, but you must take it positively. Don't go for that. But if its concerning health, then you are right.

Yes. It's my health; both physical and mental. And I won't regret this decision even though now they are all too good to me.

HR came and gave me a 'received letter' and said," No need for notice. You can leave today or tomorrow as per your comfort, Visa will be canceled in a month only. You can hand over your works to the next person and relieve." and sat on his PC and started typing vigorously (work after a long time!).

That's it? Nothing rude? Nothing mean? Of course, there must be something fishy. They won't leave me that happily. Some really crucial meetings are still going on with MD and HR. Probably to take away my 3 months pending salary too. Anyways God knows whats next.

So, for now, I succeeded my second attempt to resign. With no regrets.

Yes, I finally gave up my job!

-Hashba Hamza












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