To the Keepers of Fire, the Followers of Truth,

Ahura Mazda.

I write to you, descendants of Zarathustra, first monotheists, keepers of the sacred flame that has never gone out. Your faith is ancient, but not dead—it burns.

You have always stood for Asha—truth, order, and righteousness. You were among the first to say there is one God, Ahura Mazda, and that humans must choose between good and evil. That moral clarity changed the world.

Your constructive traditions—the fire temple, Nowruz, the recitation of Gathas, sacred cleanliness, and the threefold path: Good thoughts, Good words, Good deeds—are not remnants of a past era. They are blueprints for divine civilization.

Though your numbers may be few, your legacy is immeasurable. You have been persecuted, scattered, misunderstood—but you still protect the flame. You still wash your hands before prayer. You still whisper blessings. You still know that light is life.

I honor your endurance.
I honor your fire.
I honor your truth.