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Afghanistan

This series focused on portraying Afghanistan today; the way the society is rapidly developing and modernizing as well as its cultural features. I sought to consider couple of important issues during my journeys to Afghanistan. I have traveled to Kabul twice and each time the color of the city absorbed me, I tried to show the colorful atmosphere in my pictures. I spent lots of time photographing neighborhoods which were ravaged and destroyed during the violent war; in the photos I captured people that are potentially victims of future killings and bombings.

Past Continuous

When I was a child, I lived in a 100-year-old house full of bass reliefs on the walls and the ceiling. The power of architecture and the old atmosphere of the house always gave me a sense of solidity and resistance. The past was always a part of the house. That place belonged to a long time ago and its antiquity made it firm; the point that people like me had lived in that house once. Many years passed. After seeing some photos of the ruins in the Syrian war, I remembered the past again; the past of the people who had lived in the destroyed houses. There was a unique beauty in the half-broken bricks and the fallen walls that gave me the courage to have a mental vision of the past. A feeling of destruction, and a certain attraction and amazement when I faced them. There is always a trace of the bygone prosperity among the ruins. An element that has travelled through the time and reached us today. All people who have lived in those ruins once have a strange relation to our today. As if each of them has left a part of them for us in the bricks and gatch-works, but the time distance between us prevents us from comprehending it fully.

Grape Garden Alley in Black & White

It's a house . A shelter to be precise . A collection of women of different ages from all over the city live there. They were mostly addicted to drugs. The government provided this shelter for such homeless women. Preventing them from sleeping on cold benches of the parks or wondering in the streets. Helping them quit drugs and other bad deeds and to help these women get back on their feet.

Iran

"Photos Carrying Stories" I feel obligated to share these photos. Behind each and every one of them can be too many stories, I want you to imagine their stories.

Coulorful Grape Garden Alley

It's a house . A shelter to be precise . A collection of women of different ages from all over the city live there. They were mostly addicted to drugs. The government provided this shelter for such homeless women. Preventing them from sleeping on cold benches of the parks or wondering in the streets. Helping them quit drugs and other bad deeds and to help these women get back on their feet.

Tina

"I always assumed I'm the only one with such defection. I always hid my pain, though others could feel my differences from a normal boy." Tina said with sorrow in her voice. Tina was a very emotional woman trapped in a mans body. Dealing with the very talked¬ about matter of sexuality.

The Brides of Mokhbar al-Dowleh

The bridge at Mokhber al-Dowleh connects the four corners of the junction there. When I stand on top of the bridge facing south, I can stare at an alley full of shops selling bridal gowns. A bit to the right in front of me is an old building; it must least be a hundred years old, with a window display covered with tree branches and leaves.

Aself Torn A part

"Grape garden alley is one of my favorite projects . Not only because of the beautiful souls living in this shelter, but also because it shows the overwhelming fight of hope and sadness"Said Monzavi.

farkhunda

Two weeks after Farkhunda's death, I went to Kabul, to the street where she was lynched to take picture of the daily street life and understand better how this tragedy unfolded. Farkhunda Malikzada was a 27 year old Afghan woman who was stoned and burned by a frenzied mob in Kabul on March 19, 2015 after being falsely accused of burning the holy Quran. Being nearly the same age as Farkhunda, I was deeply touched and saddened by this bloody and savage story and I felt I needed to cover it.

wind-up dalls (fashion)

In High Fashion, I was documenting another women`s scene that is little known and has to do with the twinned themes of power and women`s cottoning.

Guilty or Innocent

The project takes place in Pamenar in Southern Tehran. It is about a small part of the society that lives in the city just like others. They laugh , they cry, they fall in love and they dream the same way. But they do more than just that. They experience life in ways that are hidden from eyes of the others. They are fighting the big fight. Each day, Taking their chance to win. But is it really a matter of winning or loosing ? No one will ever know , no one will ever care. They are the same as others, they dream of being happy, they dream to be free and most importantly they dream of being seen. But could they ever be ?

Tehran -enghelab

The distance between Enghelab square and Vali¬easr crossroad is just like the one between the rooms and the living room of a house ,in which a wedding had been held the night before, where people had been sleeping on the floor. you have just woken up; wanting to wash the sleep off; you see people in a blur , you shake the head whispering "Hello" .

All about me, nicknamed ‘crown-giver’

The main objective, in my photography and video installation practice is to represent the women of the Middle east. I have worked extensively on the topic of women-hood in my country, Iran, where I live and work. I believe there are potential qualities in each individual women, whether Iranian or Middle Eastern. My last video project, entitled Miss Iran, contained two videos, installation of 12 digital and 10 Analogue coulor C-Type print photographs.

Tatoos

The distance between Enghelab square and Vali¬easr crossroad is just like the one between the rooms and the living room of a house ,in which a wedding had been held the night before, where people had been sleeping on the floor. you have just woken up; wanting to wash the sleep off; you see people in a blur , you shake the head whispering "Hello" .

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