A creative non-fiction published on fictionfix9

It was a long journey through the literary magazines published online all over the world. To find some best magazines first i googled some key words then gone to wikipedia for a list of the magazines. I found a suitable list and was reading the entries. The evening was hot and i had no task in my desk to be done so i was flipping through the websites. Out of ten to twenty websites i found some interesting, but most of the literary websites provides little materials to be available online for free. I was happy to get Fictionfix that the full text of the magazine was online and one can download the magazine also in PDF format. It was a pleasure to see the make-ups, pictures and illustrations as it was in printed format.
Though the writers were completely unknown to me, i likes the idea of the ninth issue. "Creative Nonfiction" sounds interesting for a magazine named fictionfix. They invited Mark Ari to edit the special issue. Suddenly, its seemed to me that there is something known to me on this issue while i was going through the non-fictions. Actually a glossary added to end of one story stuck my eye since there was a word Dinajpur. I was suddenly taken back to my childhood years i spent in Dinajpur. Then i saw the writer's name and it was Sanjukta Shams, the name was quite unknown but i could recognize the name related with Bangladeshi origin. I was looking if there is any description about the writers. Yes the magazine also contains short biographies of the authors. There i found that "S a n j u k t a S h a m s is a mother of two girls, wife, children's
activist, and writer of fiction and memoir. She was born and lived in Bangladesh
until she was 10, when she moved with her family to Memphis, Tennessee.
She now resides in Dallas, Texas. Much of her creativity stems from her
childhood in Bangladesh. She has a masters degree in women in Islam from
Florida State University and plans to complete a memoir within the next two
years." Now there was one thing to be done, read the article.
I was about to read a sweet childhood memoir by one of my city-fellow, who eventually lives outside the country. But soon after i printed the article and started to read i found it bitter, bitter than one can imagine. As child she was raped and abused by close relatives and those are the things, Sanjukta recalled as her childhood memories. Its horrible. I got shocked but not surprised, because, Taslima Nasreen earlier described same kind of experiences in some of her book and it is possible in Bangladesh. I think not in Bangladesh only but all over the world.
I am sorry, shocked but i am happy that long time after Taslima Nasreen, another Bangladeshi born female writer expressed in such a bold manner.