Mina grew up in an educated family interested in literature. Her father Javad was the head of Departments of Education in
Firoozabad and
Jahrom. Her older brother,
Abdolali, is a well-known writer and critic. From a young age, Mina took a keen interest in reading literary books and learned about poets and writers of Iran and other countries. After graduating from high school and getting a bachelor's degree in English Literature from
Shiraz University, She went to Tehran and obtained a teaching certificate from The Higher Education College (
دانشسرای عالی). Mina worked for many years as a teacher of English language and Persian literature in
Tehran and
Shiraz. “Every artist tries to play the instruments of the world in a certain way according to their personality. For me, nature is a vessel to pour my thoughts and desires into. The essence is the worldview of the poet."
Manouchehr Atashi writes about Mina's poetic view of the world around her: A sad look and in later stages, an exploring look. "
The Broken Moon Sighs the Mountains" is among the brightest verses of our modern poetry. I consider these lines to be the silver and mysterious keys of poetry. The keys that unlock the great temples of poetic nature. Faramarz Soleimani, in his book "
More Productive than Spring", believes that poems of "
The Moon in Aqueduct" can follow
Forough Farrokhzad's muted voice without owing her anything.
Abdolali Dastgheib writes in his book "
Through the Lens of Critics": The poet of the collection "You Speak, the Words are Released in Me", presents mystical thoughts in contemporary language and somehow discovers the vitality, vibrancy and ecstasy of being alive through simple natural objects like flowers and plants, springs and rivers, plains and deserts and even in the horrible abysses of life. Parviz Hosseini writes in his book "
The Magnificent Symphony of Poetry" (p. 62): The collections of Mina's poetry show the evolution of poetry in image making, brevity and simplicity. As if these poems each play an instrument and all together one can hear a magnificent symphony.
Selected poems This way (p.135
The Cool of Mystery) With our bones/ we wrote/ toiled/ dug roads, And this way/ we paid our share of love. With our bones/ we write/ and pay the share of traitors too.
Mystery (p.115
The Cool of Mystery) Tell me/ what love is, -“A smile on the old, dry tree of time” Tell me/ what life is, -“A bundle of endless sorrows” Tell me/ what the secret of salvation is, -“Slitting this bundle open/ and placing a smile on the old, dry tree of time”. == References ==