Scent

Scent is our most primitive sense. It is so fundamental to our lives from the ones that trigger childhood memories or the ones that help us capture those perfect moments in time. If sadness had a scent it would smell like an abandoned house no longer filled with laughter. If anger had a scent it…

The Wall of Bengal

I have a tendency to become enamored with those who are difficult to understand, who are dreamers but share themselves sparingly and rarely with their whole hearts. I become infatuated with the enigmas of people and their mysteries. Peeling away layers and finding clues to solve their wounds. Maybe that’s why I was drawn to…

Texas Strong & Proud: Even Hurricanes Can’t Break Us

We live on this earth and our planet likes to remind us that it is alive. It shakes, it sweats and dances to make sure we acknowledge its presence. Everyday things happen that throw off our plans. Weddings get rained on, events get cancelled and places get snowed in. We accept and expect Mother Nature…

Who Am I? Well that’s a loaded question

  My name is Momotaz Rahman but everyone calls me Mow, which in Bengali means honey. Before we dive in, let’s breakdown why I choose to brand myself  “The Bengali Belle.” I was born in Bangladesh, wet my feet in New York City, raised in Richardson, Texas and cultivated in Houston, Texas. I like to…