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This volume presents the collected poems of the Iranian poet Robab Moheb from 1994-2020. Moheb was born 1953 in the southeast of Iran (Ahvaz) next to the Iran/Iraq border. After finalizing secondary school, she studied sociology at the University of Teheran. In 1992, Robab Moheb, left Iran for Swedish Exile, where she lives until today. She was engaged as a teacher in Stockholm, where she received in 2004 her Bachelor in Pedagogical Sciences f...

Out of the Circle" begins with a simplistic look at poetry and poets. The protagonist, who in her mind saw the poet as a prophetic human being, after meeting the poets living in Sweden, all his beliefs and mentality towards poetry and poets collapsed. The story of "Out of the Circle" is indeed a qualitative critique of the literary community. Using bittersweet humour, the author tries to flip the narcissistic body of poets and writers while ti...

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Àmir-Àrsàlân-Ibn Màlàkshâh Roumi" a prose romance of the genre dastanha-ye ¿ammiana, "popular tales." The story was composed by Mirza Mo¿ammad ¿Ali Naqib-al-mamalek, the naqqal-baši or chief storyteller of Na¿er-al-din Shah (r. 1264-1313/1848-96). According to D. ¿A. K. Mo¿ayyer-al-mamalek (Ya¿ma 8, 1334 Š./1955, pp. 554-56), Turan A¿a Fa¿r-al-dawla, daughter of Na¿er-al-din Shah, wrote down the story of Amir Arsalan, as the naqqaš-baši relate...

Robab Mohab has written the novel "In the arms of the father, there is the home of oblivion" in 2009. In this interwoven narrative, Moheb points out that the literature of migration does not merely express a certain state of the individual migrant's feelings, but rather a plan that pushes into a labyrinth of thoughts and emotions of immigrants. This labyrinth is of colored shapes and spaces, which these people have been willingly or unwillingl...

màn kârâmeli hàstàm dàr dàhân-e màrg" is a collection of poems by the Iranian writer Robab Moheb."my cries which passed through the storm the quail that dies with the first roar of the thunderbolt and a dead arises from earth silent as the genuine inky rocks…

mehrgiyah" is a novel by the celebrated Iranian novelist and poet, Robab Moheb. "Mehrgiyah (The Plan of Love, The Mandragora)" is a very unique surrealistic literary novel by Robab Moheb in Farsi, that tackles controversial gender issues with a great mission to unify and raise social understanding for diversity. It tells the story of a young woman, who is on the search of her name and identity, and runs into many adventures. She leaves her bir...

Three cups of poetry" is a compilation of selected poems by Robab Moheb, Roshanak Bigonah, and Mana Aghaee, three Iranian poets. The collective work represents three generations with distinct voices demonstrating a variety of thoughts. Each poet uses language as a tool to encompass the rites of everyday life, the underlying reflection, and the emotions laced within individual style. "Three cups of poetry" is a collaborative attempt to deliver ...

In "Jehân àz yek àtseh mimiràd" (the world dies from a sneeze), Robab Moheb, one of the most reputed contemporary poets of Iran, reflects a deep literary philosophy through a masterpiece of poetry. The work crystallizes around transcendent momentum, by claiming that our world's nihilistic grounds can be recovered by reductionism through poetry. This is Moheb's modest manifesto that the poetic momentum of our world is likely an ultimate chance ...

Robab Moheb debuterar med en diktsamling på svenska. Hon är dock en etablerad poet med tio diktsamlingar i bagaget. Moheb skriver helst på sitt modersmål, farsi. Men nu efter drygt 20 år vistelse i Sverige eller så som hon själv uttrycker: "efter drygt 20 år vistelse i svenska språket är tiden mogen att komma ut med en diktsamling på svenska". I sin elfte diktsamling - betitlad Poetens Pagod reflekterar författaren kring svenska språket på ett...

Robab Moheb skriver om sitt andra språk svenska: "Mitt största lidande är valet av nominalböjningar, bisatser av olika slag och ibland småpropositioner, när jag talar tyst. När jag talar högt är det väl satsmelodin som vänder blickarna utåt. Egensinnigt och hänsynslöst. I så måtto som allt jag säger förblir osagt. Men när jag skriver blir "det ett annat Jag" förnimbart. Ett jag som behöver en jourläkare, ett tillämpat korrektur som inte lämnar...