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Forouzan Jamshidnejad is an Iranian actor. She played in Ali Abbasi’s Holy Spider. Forouzan started with acting as a five-year-old and has been in several plays and TV series. She has been living in Norway with her family for over 14 years. 


"My mother had a deep passion for acting when she was young. In her teenage years, she began to pursue it professionally. At that time, she and her family were living in Khorramshahr, a city in southern Iran. Then the war between Iran and Iraq broke out. My mother and her family lost their home during the bombings, and they became displaced. In those days, there was no real support for families who had lost everything, so they were forced to move and rely on relatives in other cities. My mother left behind not just her home, but also her dreams. And in a way, the part of her that was never able to fulfill that passion came alive in me. She always supported me, together with my father. I must say my father played an important role as well. At that time, many families didn’t want their daughters to be involved in theatre groups. I remember that when I was a teenager, two of the girls in our group had to attend rehearsals in secret. One of them even had to stop coming after her brother found out. I still remember one hot summer afternoon during a rehearsal — her brother came and took her away violently. I was fortunate. My parents allowed me to follow this path freely, and their support gave me the strength to continue."

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