My Story

Between Worlds
I grew up in Hamburg, the daughter of two Iranian immigrant parents. I was a highly sensitive girl—feeling deeply, sensing the unsaid—but I didn’t know what to do with all that depth.

I loved the freedom the Western world offered, but I also felt the sting of racism, the isolation of individualism, the disconnection of not fully belonging.

At home, I was loved—but not heard. There were cultural inequalities, unspoken immigrant expectations, care laced with shame, and a constant undercurrent of survival. I learned to play the role others needed me to be—perfect, pleasing, voiceless. And I did it well. Until I couldn’t anymore.

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The Crack
At 33, I gave birth to my first daughter.

Suddenly, my coping strategies collapsed. The praise, the salary increases, the sense of “doing everything right and ticking all the life boxes”—none of it reached me. I couldn’t suppress my emotions anymore. The roles I had worn for so long began to unravel. The masks no longer fit. The façade I had spent decades building started to fall away. I realized: I can’t pass this on to my daughters.

And with that came grief. Deep, aching grief for all the identities I had shaped myself into—versions of me I had created to belong, to succeed, to stay safe. Letting them go was terrifying. After so long in disguise, I didn’t know who I truly was.

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The Search
At 35, I read "A New Earth" by Eckhart Tolle. For the first time, I could separate myself from my thoughts. I understood the ego, glimpsed consciousness—the awakening had begun.

Two months later, I had my first psychedelic experience. It changed everything—and nothing. Everything, because it led us to move to Spain. I quit my corporate job. Nothing, because I still fell back into old patterns. I had touched truth, but it didn’t feel integrated.

So, I searched. I sat in silence. I read everything I could find on psychology and Eastern philosophy.

I went to therapy. I attended spiritual retreats. I questioned everything. Slowly, something deeper began to grow—not new knowledge, but a peeling away of what was never mine to begin with.

Healing, I learned, isn’t about fixing what’s broken. It’s about unbecoming what was never truly you.

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Remembering Wholeness
I stopped trying to say the “right” things to my children. I began listening to my body. I met my own voice—gentle, powerful, and finally heard. My wounds and traumas became my compass, revealing not just what needed healing, but what I’m here to do.​

Today, at 40, I coach women—especially children of immigrants, children of many worlds—who are ready to come home to themselves. Especially my work with women in shelters, charity organisations, prisons around the world plus my personal healing journey—gave me the tools, empathy, and depth to become the coach I am today. I left behind my academic and corporate life. I create conscious films to raise awareness and tell stories of transformation.