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Rumki Chowdhury is working on her next book. She is also Assistant Online Editor for Hayati Magazine, Editor-in-Chief of the World Hijab Day Organization Blog and Chief Editor of the Bengalis of New York (BONY) Blog. Moreover, she writes for Brown Girl Magazine. In addition to freelancing for various media, Rumki actively gives writing advice through her blog (www.rumki.com/blog) and social media (instagram @rumkitheauthor). She also offers editing services (www.rumki.com/editingservices).
 

Furthermore, her articles have been published in The Record Newspaper and The Herald Newspaper. She was Editor-in-Chief of WPUNJ´s The Beacon Newspaper. She has worked for Pearson Higher Education Publishing and interned for Simon & Schuster Inc. Most recently, her debate on the French ban on the hijab was featured on The Guaridan UK's instagram page. 

 

Her debut  YA novel, Her Feet Chime is the first and only Bangladeshi version of a Cinderella story written in English. It was critically acclaimed by media such as Asiana Magazine UK, East London Newspaper, The Daily Star Bangladesh. 

 

Her second novel, So Complicated, is a romantic fiction that gained honorable mention at The New York Book Festival, won The Red Ribbon for most enjoyable read from The UK Wishing Shelf Awards and became a finalist in The Pacific Book Awards for Humor.

 

Unveiled is her first collection of poetry published by Djarabi Kitabs Publishing. It is highly recommended by bloggers and influencers worldwide. 

 

Her short non-fiction story about her brother, "Robins Can Fly," won her the NisaHub short story writing contest. 

 

She was born in Bangladesh and raised in the Bronx, New York and Paterson, New Jersey. She attained a BA in English Writing from William Paterson University of New Jersey, an MA in English Literature from the Queen Mary University of London and a Teaching Degree from Högskolan Gävle of Sweden. Yes, she speaks Swedish fluently!

 

She is also a mother of three little blessings. Rumki is always open to new writing and editing projects! Contact her via www.rumki.com
 

Beneath the ombre of rose, crimson and gold,

We see fire in the sky,

Its arms outstretched like wings,

Swooping down to scoop us up within its grasp,

Proclaiming, "There is nothing to worry about,"

The sun will nurture you!"

 

Yet, other words slice through its feathers with sharp tongues:

"Take off your veil, it is imprisonment."

"To tell me to take it off is imprisonment."

"Take off your veil, it is not your choice."

"To tell me to choose anything else, is not my choice."

"Take off your veil so you can be one of us."

"To be one of you means losing myself."

 

Beneath the ombre of rose, crimson, lavender, sapphire,

We watch darkness fall at our feet,

As fire recedes,

And we nearly plummet

Until a luminescent bed cradles us into sweet slumber,

With a lullaby, "There is nothing to worry about,

The moon will nurture you."

 

Yet, other words transform our dreams into nightmares:

"Take off your veil, it is imprisonment."

"To tell me to take it off is imprisonment."

"Take off your veil, it is not your choice."

"To tell me to choose anything else, is not my choice."

"Take off your veil so you can be one of us."

"To be one of you means losing myself."

 

Beneath the ombre of rose, crimson and gold,

I pray that I get found.

Beneath the ombre of rose, crimson, lavender, sapphire,

I pray that I don't get lost.