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Hanieh Tavassoli
Iranian actress (born 1979)
Hanieh Tavassoli (Persian: هانیه توسلی; born 4 June 1979) is an Iranian actress. She has received various accolades, including a Crystal Simorgh and an Iran Cinema Celebration Award, in addition to nominations for five Hafez Awards and an Iran's Film Critics and Writers Association Award.
Filmography
[edit]Film
[edit]Web
[edit]Television
[edit]Short Film
[edit]Year Title Role Director 2015 Three Fish Elham Hamid Reza Ghorbani 2004 Late Time Asghar Naimi 2001 On A Damp Road Mehdi Karampour Theaters
[edit]Awards and nominations
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[edit]References
[edit]External links
[edit]- Ehsān Rahim'zādeh, Hezār Rāh-e Narafteh: Negāhi Be Parvandeh-e Bāzigari-e Hāni'eh Tavassoli (A Thousand Unattempted Ways: Exploring the Acting Dossier of Hāni'eh Tavassoli), Saturday 27 Khordād 1385 AH (17 June 2006), Cinemā-e Mā. (in Persian)
- Hāni'eh Tavassoli, Iranactor.co
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A few months into the (still unfurling) pandemic, discussions about ung people learning to cope with being apart, particularly from dying elders, seemed to dominate the airwaves — in this new normal, everyone was learning to grieve alone, from afar. Once again, I reflected on erasure and invisibility. On how little migrant narratives have been valued, appreciated, even understood in the UK. It is not new to any migrant (or their families) – exiled by choice or not – to live far from loved ones. To have to communicate however they can. To celebrate and to mourn alone, apart, separate.
It reminded me of how precious the minutes of an international phone call once were. Of going to my Dad’s office on a Sunday to send a fax to our cousins in Tehran. Of patchy cassette tapes carrying songs sung for our grandparents, and dreadful recorded renditions we were adamant they had to hear. Of omnipresent camcorders capturing moments for those who were far away, and who were similarly recordin