Across the endless expanse of time, the skies sometimes darken. Mighty winds sometimes blow, and flames sometimes rise. Sometimes, the world believes the end is near. But in this fabled land, we know well that every storm, every darkness, and every flame is but the beginning of a new story—a story that has been repeated time and again throughout history, each time concluding with even greater glory. We are the children of the Phoenix, heirs to a civilization that carries the art of rising from the ashes in its very blood.

A Glorious History

The history of this ancient land is a narrative of rising a thousand times over. From the day Cyrus the Great inscribed the charter of human rights upon a clay tablet, to the days when the scholars of this land, in the darkest of ages, held high the lamp of knowledge and wisdom. From the majestic reliefs of Persepolis that tell tales of peace and justice, to the sapphire domes of Isfahan that challenge the heavens themselves.

We have learned that every fall is but a prelude to a higher flight. The ashes are merely a stage for life's triumphant return.

Our civilization is like a torrential river; sometimes calm, sometimes raging, but it never runs dry. Our culture is like an ancient tree whose roots run so deep that no storm can ever uproot it.

In the vibrant tapestry of our history, every thread is a tale of resilience, and every weft is a story of ascendance. And our people, like the mighty mountains of this land, have always stood tall—even when the world expected them to bow.

As we turn the pages of history, on every leaf, a light of hope shines—one that has never dimmed.

Today, as always, this proud nation continues its path with honor. This legendary Phoenix is the living symbol of the Persian spirit, alive in every child of this land.

Iran has always been, is, and will forever be—the inscriptions of history cry it out, and the morrows will bear witness.