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The Moon song

  • Writer: Mahdokht Mojiri
    Mahdokht Mojiri
  • Jan 28, 2021
  • 1 min read

Updated: Nov 8, 2023

I’m talking about a time when women had to put their fingers in their mouths in the districts to call the individuals by changing their original voice. Qamar-ol-Moluk Vazirizadeh lost her father before being born and lost her mother, when she was 18 months old. Her grandmother, who was commemorating in the harem of Nssereddin Shah and his princes and princesses of Qatar dynasty, undertook her fostering. She was with her grandmother at religious ceremonies that gave her the courage to sing. At the age of 18, she became acquainted with her traditional styles of Iranian music at the school of thought of Neydavood, a well-known music teacher. After several performances, Qamar’s reputation rose to such an extent that two music record companies came to Tehran from abroad, and Qamar’s voice soon was recorded on early 200 gramophone records and her fans followed her magic voice in that way. Her first concert at the age of 19 was held in 1924 in Gand Hotel in Lalehzar, and her reputation was extended more than before. Although Qamar’s was threatened to death, she bravely went on the stage and sang in front of men and women. Her voice could be heard from the gramophone records until she was 35 years old, but with the opening of Radio Tehran, the sound of Qamar reached a wider audience. Qamar was the first brave Iranian women and singer who caused courage and bravery in women of the same period and the period after her.

 
 
 

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