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Biography of PARVIN ETESSAMI
PARVIN ETESSAMI was born on 17 March 1907 in TABRIZ city.
Real name was RAKHSHANDE. Her father, YUSEF ETESAMI ASHTIANI
Was one of nominal figures and well known writers and translators of QAJAR Period .YUSEF published a literary monthly magazine by name BAHAR. Her mother , AKHTAR FOTOUHI, daughter of MIRZA ABDOLHOSEIN ,nicknamed SHOURI, was one of the last poets of QAJAR from TABRIZ was AZARBAEEJANI.
She was only girl of her family with 4 brothers. In 1913, she and her family came to Tehran. So PARVIN became familiar with constitutionalists and cultural figures. And under father protection learned literature from great masters like DEHKHODA and MALEK OL SHO ARA BAHAR. In childhood, studied PERSIAN and ARABIC at home under private tutors .She got her thesis from Tehran American School and started to teach in the same place.
In 1935, she married her cousin FAZLULAH HOMAYUN. And after 4 months went to husband house in KERMANSHAH city. Her marriage tie with cousin, who was chief of police was not compatible with her poetic mood and did not last more than two and a half months.
After her separation from husband, became college librarian for short period. Her poetry book is consisted of more than 2500 Bits.
In 1942, on the cause of typhoid, she expired and was buried in religious area of MASOUMEH QOM.
A poem written on her grave stone:
Now black dust is her bed literary wheel is her star
Although saw nothing except bitterness from life
Whatever you want her words are sweet
Owner of those sayings, today is beggar of FATIHA and YASIN
It is better to be remembered by friends
Heart without friend, is a sad heart
Soil in eyes are so un-tolerable stone on chest is so heavy
Whoever sees this bed gets lesson who has fact eyes
Whoever you are and where ever you come from
The last house is here
The man may be so rich when reaches to this point is a poor
As a part of judicial attack submission and obedience is a must
Birth and death and hide is the old custom of universe
Happy is the one who in this dreadful place is mind ease of some one