Biography 307: My Boro Khala (Aunt) - Long hair.

 Among all the sisters, my mom and her younger sister, Rubi Khala, had the longest dark hair. In Bangladesh, all women used to love having hair like this. 

Boro Khala (Mom's older sister) also had long hair. When her children grew up or she became a little older, her hair grew thinner. She was living in the USA with her son at that time. 

She came to Bangladesh to visit all her relatives, and one day she also came to our house. I was sitting on a bed while she was combing her hair. When she opened her hair bun (in Bangla, Khopa) and started combing it, I noticed her hair was quite long. She smiled and said, "My children scold me for keeping such thin, long hair." They always suggest that I cut it off. But I like long hair, and I want to keep it that way.

Biography 277: Caring for my hair.

When I was in Saudi Arabia, my mom used to wash my hair with Sunsilk Shampoo. She said everybody liked my silky black straight hair. They used to ask, Do all Bangladeshi have beautiful hair?

After returning to Bangladesh, my mom often applied coconut oil to my hair and braided it with a ribbon. She said, and I believe that too, because of her effort, I had some good quality hair.

Then I tried to take care of my hair. But I never had the time and energy to do so. With time, now much of my hair has become white. I'm glad I still have some hair. The way I lose hair, the head is supposed to be empty by this time.

Biography 249: Hairstyle.

The hair stylist was my mom.

 My first hair stylist was my mom. She used to clean and shave our heads when we were toddlers. Then she found a Chinese style to follow, and with that cut, I didn't have to fix my hair.

When I was growing up, I used to trim my hair by myself. It was not about style; it was about taking care of my hair, which was long to my elbows.

Now a day I cut hair all by myself. Cut means literally cutting the length of my ear. It helps reduce hair dropping and control my anger. Yes, when I get too angry, I cut my hair. I wear a hijab, so only I can see it. So, to the outside world, it's the same always :)

Biography 109: Hair

 From my childhood, I have always heard that my hair is black, silky, gorgeous.

This is what a Bangladeshi girl wished to have. Then the beauty parlour era came. Then girls started trying different colours in their hair.

I never tried any colour on my hair. I like my hair colour. Even now when it is started becoming white/gray. Sometimes I put henna on my hair (The last time I did, about a year ago). This is for the health of the hair and also makes my hair colour more elegant.

When I was in Saudi Arabia, people use to touch my hair whenever they get the chance. They use to tell my mom, "All Bangladeshi girls have this type of nice hair?". Because they have seen my mom and her friend. Both have nice black long hair.

When I was in school one day one of my classmates started rating who has the most black hair. She started her counting from 1. Some other girls also join her. I kept listening. I thought maybe my number will come from 2 to 4. But they went to rank 7 but didn't say my name. I couldn't hold myself anymore. I said, "Maybe my hair is burning in the sun too much. That's why I'm not getting good colour." She looked at me with a big surprise. "You have the best and most black colour. That's why we are not even considering counting your one."

Oh, that was a relief.

Biography 107: Hairstyle

 In Bangladesh, there is a rule for girls that they have to set their hair before they go to school. I had to set my hair all by myself. I didn't know how to do it properly. But I tried my best. Whenever I have seen any new way to set hair I tried on myself. On those days we didn't have internet that I can't search and find how to do this or that. I just give trial and error on my hair.

The result was very poor. Most of the time my hair looked bad. Sometimes girls laughed at me, but what can I do. I just accepted the way it was.

Still, I am not good at setting up hair. Sometimes I try to set my son's hair. He doesn't like when I try anything on him. 

Now a day my hair is very short and I like it that way. No hassle to fix it.

No hair, no punishment...

In the picture you can see a panda, my son's toy. Accidentally he (my son) broke it's head. But he didn't like to see its head without hair. So, he put a balloon (orange color) on its empty head as hair.

Every people like to have hair on their head, though for some people it's no possible. But because of his cruel mother, my son decided to shave his head. I told him, "Your class mates will irritated you, if you remove your hair". He said will accept all, but no more hair. Because whenever his mom gets angry while study, she holds his hairs give a shake... very painful. So, no hair, no punishment...

After Shafeen’s first hair cut

Shafeen got his first hair cut at his 3 months old age. His dad cut his hair; he almost took a full day to cut his hair.