About Me!
Origins & Influences
My perspective is deeply shaped by my Persian roots—by the stories, symbols, and celebrations I grew up with.
For thousands of years, we’ve welcomed spring and the return of light—Nowrouz. And we’ve made it through the longest night of the year—Shab-e Yalda—by gathering, telling stories, and holding each other close.
Even during war, famine, invasions, and sanctions, we kept these alive.
The symbol of the Simurgh—rising from its own ashes—has always stayed with me. A reminder that every ending carries seeds of rebirth.
A Way of Being
I move through life with a mix of mindful courage and soft surrender.
It’s not always loud or visible—growth often shows up quietly, through presence, curiosity, and small brave choices.
I believe in the power of acceptance, in being kind to ourselves and others, and in letting go of what no longer serves.
It’s a practice, not a finish line.
And I keep learning—and sharing—as I go.
Lessons from the Road
I grew up fast—carrying more than a child should, trying to be perfect, trying to fix things.
Then came chronic illness, immigration papers, unfamiliar countries, systems that weren’t built for people like me.
I got lost. I also found unexpected kindness, and new ways forward.
All of it taught me resilience, resourcefulness, and how to really hold space for others.
Now I walk with those navigating their own in between moments—gently, practically, and without judgment.
Everyday Me
Sunlight on my skin. A stretch that brings me back into my body.
Coffee in a quiet corner. Wandering through a new neighborhood.
A shared smile with a stranger.
These small things keep me steady.
I’m still learning, still unfolding.
You don’t have to have it all figured out.
But you also don’t have to do it alone.
Origins & Influences
My perspective is deeply shaped by my Persian roots—by the stories, symbols, and celebrations I grew up with.
For thousands of years, we’ve welcomed spring and the return of light—Nowrouz. And we’ve made it through the longest night of the year—Shab-e Yalda—by gathering, telling stories, and holding each other close.
Even during war, famine, invasions, and sanctions, we kept these alive.
The symbol of the Simurgh—rising from its own ashes—has always stayed with me. A reminder that every ending carries seeds of rebirth.
A Way of Being
I move through life with a mix of mindful courage and soft surrender.
It’s not always loud or visible—growth often shows up quietly, through presence, curiosity, and small brave choices.
I believe in the power of acceptance, in being kind to ourselves and others, and in letting go of what no longer serves.
It’s a practice, not a finish line.
And I keep learning—and sharing—as I go.
Lessons from the Road
I grew up fast—carrying more than a child should, trying to be perfect, trying to fix things.
Then came chronic illness, immigration papers, unfamiliar countries, systems that weren’t built for people like me.
I got lost. I also found unexpected kindness, and new ways forward.
All of it taught me resilience, resourcefulness, and how to really hold space for others.
Now I walk with those navigating their own in between moments—gently, practically, and without judgment.
You don’t have to have it all figured out.
But you also don’t have to do it alone.
Everyday Me
Sunlight on my skin. A stretch that brings me back into my body.
Coffee in a quiet corner. Wandering through a new neighborhood.
A shared smile with a stranger.
These small things keep me steady.
I’m still learning, still unfolding.
You don’t have to have it all figured out.
But you also don’t have to do it alone.