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SADIA MOYEEN Beautician, La Belle
If there is one skin care product that can work immediate miracles, it's the face mask! But reaching out for any one that takes your fancy is a folly. Choose one that is for your skin type. There are a range of wonderful products to make your selection from in the market.
Clay and mud masks
Peel off masks
Points to remember before using your masks --
The natural products around your household, which you can throw together to make your own beauty product are the following: honey (locks moisture inside skin), egg yolk (rich in vitamin A, D and E and amino acid), lemon juice, yoghurt, olive oil, oatmeal - this is the most useful base for any homemade mask because it buffs off dead skin cells (the Quaker brand is quite widely available). Banana- this is another common base to use because it refreshes the skin and is effective against sunburns.
Combining these ingredients in varying proportions and combinations will give you face masks for different types of skins.
Hydrating masks (for dry skin)
Yoghurt and lemon masks (for oily skin)
Beauty masks (with whitening properties)
Herbal steammasks (pore cleansing)
Peel off masks
Blend the ingredients until it is a nice smooth paste. Spread the paste equally with your fingertips on your clean face and neck keeping off the eye area. Leave on for 30 minutes and wash off with cold water.
If you are not a stickler for natural products and believe in commercial honesty of the mask sellers out there, there are plenty of masks available in and around the city.
Almas, Priyo, Nandan, Agora are some of the few names you can include in your shopping list for face masks and be ensured that they will provide you with a range of face masks with prices starting from tk. 100 per pack to tk. 1500 per pack.
The lower end of the price ladder consists mainly of the traditional Chandan, Uptan and such concoctions while on the higher end of the ladder, the market will entice you with exquisite names like “pearl mask”, “whitening mask”, “gold maks”, “herbal and fruit mask” etc.
So after a tough week out in the polluted Dhaka streets, treat yourself to skin cleansing spa treatments during the weekends.
By Raisaa Tashnova
CHRONICLES OF SAM Q
Chronicles of Sam Q
By Sam Q
I have heard of this phrase called 'a chick magnet', and this sink of mine is surely attracting the biggest chick of all. Me.
It is actually not that bad Diary. You know me Diary, a bit of drama always livens up my horizon, and my being genetically geared that way does not help either.
Anyway, getting back to my original thoughts...as to everything we experience, there are two sides to it -- the good and the bad. Let us leave out the ugly this time. So as much as I am enjoying all this time to reflect, think, analyse, forgive and grow, on the other hand I am missing my very few select and loved ones, my pillows, my chemically ridden toxic vegetables, my sweet water fish embalmed in formalin and my commode shower.
But as I always say and fervently believe, everything happens for a reason. Maybe this unexpected turn of events happened so that I could catch up with all the cuddles and hugs which I missed in the last five years.
Maybe it has happened because now I can compare my adult, responsible son to the nineteen-year-old who had fled the nest; and is now a man, who I am in awe of. Maybe this has happened to make me more tolerant to the people who make me climb the walls when I am around them, or maybe, just maybe it has happened to nudge a few stubborn pounds loose to make me happy. And lastly, maybe fate has given me another opening to make new friends and re-discover old friends.
You know me Diary, my penchant for interesting and vibrant personalities. I really have to say that in this long hiatus I have once again discovered amazing people, who have once again re-affirmed my belief that in this world there is more good than bad.
Hey! I feel the fog of despondency lifting from my shoulders. Talking to you always helps Diary. I should write to you often.
Anyway, I have to stop now and get back to the grind stone, because I just asked my son to plug in the vacuum cleaner, to which he retorted, “You're not trying to trick me into vacuuming are you?” A salute to my ever so “helpful” son.
So see you in Dhaka soon. And before I pen off, a few recipes I have tried here in my baker's heaven.
Have a great day the Sam Q way!
Spoon into the cake tin. Bake for 30 minutes, turn down the oven to 170º C, 150c fan, 325º F, gas 3. Cook for a further 1 hour 20 minutes. Cool in tin then slice horizontally into 3.
Beat the cream cheese until light, whisk in the butter then gradually add the icing sugar. Sandwich the cakes together and spread the remaining frosting on top.
Scatter over the almonds and serve.
Mini brownie cupcakes with ganache topping
Remove from oven and leave to cool. While they are cooling, heat the cream and icing sugar together until steaming; allow the heat to sit off for a minute then tip in the chocolate. Leave without stirring for 2 minutes then stir to combine into a thick ganache.
Transfer to a piping bag and pipe swirls on to the brownies at once before it sets. Decorate with sprinklers or chocolate smarties.
The heart of darkness
It is difficult to write about the atrocity meted out to Dhaka University teacher Rumana Manjur by a man who, as tradition would suggest, is meant to protect her and be her unstinting companion. Most of us have seen the video of Rumana, lying in her hospital bed with eyes seemingly welded shut, and voice quivering as she recounted for our benefit the gruesome details of the worst day of her life. Her father, Manjur Hossain, stood beside his daughter's hospital bed fighting back tears.
It is difficult to know exactly how to react to such an event. Her husband, unemployed Syed Hasan Sumon, was apparently jealous of his wife's success. She had the temerity to go abroad to study for her Masters degree, on a Fulbright Scholarship no less, and then had the astonishing gall to actually want to go back and complete it.
Syed, who was living in his father-in-law's house, could not take any more of his wife fighting a solo battle to secure her family's future. So he gouged her eyes out, and gnawed on her nose, and had every intention of killing Rumana with their six-year-old daughter as witness had he not run out of time alone with his family.
How to react? A common reaction would be rage. We could rage against the husband, but what will that do? As far as violent crimes against women go, he is just another drop in the ocean. We should all pray that he is punished to the fullest extent of the law because that will give the family some sort of solace. But then what? If you care enough to feel the rage, who do you direct it at?
Maybe we should take a cue from the father's sunken demeanour -- a picture of helpless agony. If you read the newspaper, you will know that Rumana had been suffering abuse throughout her decade-long marriage, but she kept quiet about it because she did not want to destroy her daughter's future. Before you roll your eyes and say “If she only broke it off earlier, none of this would have happened”, try and realise that it is just that reaction that may be at the heart of the issue -- an all too ready tendency to blame 'her'.
Rumana's case just brings into sharper focus a malaise that has existed in us for a long time. Right at this moment, as you read this, a girl may be getting raped because she spurned her boyfriend's advances. She will not report it for fear of being ostracised, on the one hand for having a boyfriend, on the other for being 'physically damaged'. This is an all too real and regular scenario.
Rumana brings it into sharper focus because her ordeal reveals that this disease is prevalent in all walks of society, even among the educated elite. She could not break ties with the monster because she felt the stigma of being a divorcee would harm her, and consequently her daughter, more than life with an abusive husband. Is it too difficult to imagine that thousands of women are making the same decision? How many, like Rumana, have been wrong in their estimation of their husbands' brutality? Answer blowing in the wind? More like blood streaming down the drain.
A paragraph singing the praises of social change would be a good way to end. But that, we all know, is not the way to react.
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