"Shahnameh Stories"

"Shahnameh Stories"

Biography of Mr. Mohammad Reza Yousefi Child and Adolescent Writer (with Interview Video)

Mohammad Reza Yousefi, author and theorist of Iranian Children and Adolescent Literature was born in 1953 in Hamedan. The autobiography of Mohammad Reza Yousefi is as follows: I "Mohammad Reza Yousefi" was born in October 1943 in Hamedan and studied in the same city. In 1973, after graduating with a degree in literature, I came to Tehran and studied history at the University of Tehran. At the same time, I collaborated with student theater groups. My first book was published in 1978 under the title "The Year Was Delivered". Since 1986, I have been seriously writing for children and adolescents, and so far I have published more than two hundred and fifty books, mostly fiction. My I also work in drama and screenwriting, but if I want to escape my childhood and adolescence, I have to say that my childhood was spent in ice and snow and hardships and stories. As far as I can remember, I dreamed of having a plastic car. And in its evolutionary form, I waited for years and years to reach a bicycle, but I never did.

Of course, I wrote part of this time in a novel that has not yet been published. But what can be explained and remembered is life itself, which was full of sighs, despair and hope. I was the fifth child in the family, and my hard-working father did not have the opportunity to be with us for a short time. He worked from morning till night and I always saw him angry to be happy. Roozgar was unkind to him, he did not follow the path of his dreams, and what better place than the wall of the house where he screams! He was even angry while praying. When I was a child, I felt that Mr. John - we used to say that to my father - was also fighting with God! If I had not done unjustly to my good sir, the man of hard work and effort, and called him a night, I would not have spoken in vain; Because he was like a night full of mystery and complexity to me. I could never delve into the world of his mind. He loved me very much among my brothers and sisters, but for work and work and work. It was as if he did not have the opportunity to speak. For this reason, it was like an undiscovered, alien and mysterious night, and twice as much, my mother was a "mother" who had a fluid and clear world full of stories, proverbs, songs and love. I learned everything from her. He had a memory of the vastness of the seas and it never ended. He loved and spoke to us in a thousand words, even though he was a quiet and self-absorbed father. He was blistering, sitting on the porch of the house and smoking a hookah and telling stories to me and the others. I love sparrows very much; Maybe it has its roots in my childhood when I slept next to my mother and listened to her hookah, and I will never forget the sunny kindness on her face. He told me many stories and the sparrows chirped. The children of the tribe called her "Aunt Sooti" because she whistled while praying and pronouncing some words and I enjoyed the same whistle and played with her mud rosary. I would. It is a blessing to have a teacher of storytelling and art as a child, when he can not write a word. I was like that and my mother was and is my first and last teacher. My adolescence has been spent in hard work and hardship. I was a butcher student; The weaver, the coffee-maker apprentice, the shepherd, the wanderer, the shoemaker apprentice, the bookseller apprentice, and other occupations that may be available to a low-income child, I have often done all I can to learn a lesson. In those days, everyone's future is a lesson And reading was tied. Tomorrow was dark and empty without a document. That's why I did all kinds of gambling. If I learned football, it was to bet; Otherwise, she herself was not attractive to me in the beginning. In an environment full of corruption, crime, and misery, while I was living, my mother was always with me with that kind, calm voice, and I was childishly ashamed of her and did not go to indecent things. Once the chicken of the mosque I kidnapped the Jews and then we went to Lou, I was so embarrassed by my mother's silence that I cried and she did not say anything; But I became hot silver and did not go for it anymore. Mom had taught us since childhood that we should be hardworking and hardworking, and she herself was a teacher in this regard who did not speak and showed everything in practice. I said, my adolescence went through a line of work and effort and hardship, and I said somewhere that I did not have the opportunity or time did not give me time to think about my dreams, tomorrows and future. In the same way, not mushrooms, we were like a branch of a geranium flower on my mother's soul and we were going and what a sea she was! \ \ \ \ Interview video with her:

Some of the author's works in other languages ​​such as, English, Italian, Armenian, Russian, Chinese, Korean, Istanbul Turkish, and other languages ​​have been published.

Mohammadreza Yousefi is a writer of over three hundred. The work has been published in various fields and has won many awards and titles: nominated for the Hanschristine Andersen Prize in 2000, received the ibby plaque in 1996 from the Netherlands, and received the same plaque in India in 1998, such as "A Girl Is Born", "Colors", "Guatti" and other books as selected books in the Munich Library, "Green Planet Girl" nominated for the award Karyama in the United States, special guest at the International Library of Sweden and Norway, special guest at the Berlin Congress, and various other world titles. Print works in various languages ​​of the world, such as English, Italian, Russian, Chinese, Armenian, Korean, and other languages ​​...