She rides a lion across the heights of Mount Damavand, sword of justice in hand, her dress flowing in the three colors of the Persian flag. She is courage, justice and bravery made flesh.
At the place where Zahhak was once chained, she has defeated the Zahhak of our time, casting his black turban into damnation. As the clouds part, the sun finally rises behind her promising renewal, light, and the return of hope after darkness!