I am a writer based in Manchester. For most of my life, writing has been my way of making sense of things: people, memories, feelings, and the ordinary moments that somehow stay with us. I have written mainly in Persian, my native language, and my first book, Anti Punch, was published in the UK in 2025.

Three years ago, I moved to the UK with my wife. I soon discovered that you can pack a suitcase with all the words you know and still arrive in another country without the right ones. As I began finding my words again in a second language, I became curious about what could be said without them.

That curiosity gradually led me towards photography, collage and, more recently, pixel-based art. I found myself exploring familiar ideas through unfamiliar materials: memory, migration, absence, and the little details of everyday life that we rarely notice until they are gone. Although the medium has changed, I still think like a writer. I move things around, take them away, start again, and sometimes discover that what I leave out matters more than what I put in.

What interests me most is the space between the story I tell and the one someone else takes away. I like stories that leave a little room for the reader, where not everything is explained and a single detail can mean something different to everyone who encounters it.

I still spend much of my time thinking about words, sentences and the stories I want to write. But I have come to enjoy the possibility that a story might begin somewhere else entirely: with a photograph, a few colours, an empty space, or something that isn’t there anymore.

I suppose I am still doing what I have always done: telling stories, just occasionally without words.