🧗‍♀️ Climber and Creator

Thirty years. Countless peaks. One endless pursuit.

My mountaineering story began in high school on the slopes of Tochal, just outside Tehran. I quickly became captivated by the rhythm of the mountains — climbing at least twice a month, seeking height, solitude, and challenge. I joined a local group and began summiting across Iran, from the Alborz to the Zagros ranges. At 18,400 feet, Mount Damavand, the highest volcano in Asia, became a frequent and familiar friend — I’ve stood on its summit five times.

When I moved to the U.S., the mountains called in new accents: the icy ridges of Mount Rainier, Shasta, Hood, and Baker; the frozen face of Mount Washington in winter; the vastness of Denali in Alaska. I expanded into the greater ranges — Elbrus, Vinson, Mont Blanc, Matterhorn, Eiger, and Aconcagua (via the Polish Glacier Route). Eventually, I stood on the summit of Everest, followed by Lhotse just days later. I’ve also climbed Ama Dablam, Island Peak, Mera Peak, Lobuche East, Pico de Orizaba, and La Malinche.

But my passion didn’t end with altitude. I discovered the intricate flow of alpine rock, ice, and mixed climbing. My favorite rock playground is Red Rocks in Las Vegas, though I also train in Rocky Mountain National Park and around Boulder, Colorado.

This pursuit isn’t just about conquering peaks — it’s about endurance, clarity, patience, and presence. These are the same qualities I bring into the operating room. And the best part? The world is full of mountains I haven’t yet met.

Keep training. Keep climbing. Forever.