Mamak Azaran

Mamak was born in Teheran into a well-read family, among books and whispers of tenderness and humanity. She got the name Mamak (dear ma) and was brought up to be mother-like and to love all world. Her childhood´s fairy-tales were Shah Name but because of her humane personality she didn´t want to listen to cruelty, war and death. So in the beginning she always said to the story-teller: Please no killing. Therefore, in these tales, Sohrabs and Shirins didn´t die. From her third year she took a pen in her hand and at once, with a special love, started to write and paint. At high school and the university, parallel to her school-work, she was active with theatre, readings of poems, journalism, ballet and painting. She received several medals... At the age of seventeen her poetry was printed and at eighteen she was censured to continue because of her marriage….Some years later, because of the war, she fled her country to Sweden... (read more: www.Mamak.se)