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Marjan Sarshar was born and raised in Tehran before coming to the U.S. as a teenager. Marjan’s journey as a refugee and immigrant has brought many obstacles; however, she considers them a blessing and positive learning experience. Marjan is now putting her lifelong dreams into action by giving back to the community through providing healthy, local, environmentally sustainable options. Kreation Organic was born out of the love of a single mother raising two daughters and a mission to put their well-being first, which transcended into a larger passion to nurture her community and herself.


"In my family food is everything. If you respect someone, you make them good food. Growing up, my Dad’s way of expressing love was through cooking for me and my siblings. He often made vegetarian rice with lots of fresh herbs and lentils. My Mom was also a wonderful cook. Fresh and healthy home-cooked meals have been a top priority for my children. I love entertaining and creating a sense of family and home for my guests as well. Nothing brings people together like good food. Iranians use garlic, turmeric, chicken soup, lemon, fermented foods, dried fruits, and herbs in every recipe, and the food was naturally organic. I learned firsthand the power of food and its impact on one’s health. Juices and natural remedies to health issues have a long history in Iran, where I am from." 

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