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Another siege on the castle.

A fiercer siege.

I will make the numbers tenfold.

And tempt them with wealth, weapons, and food that would suffice for five years.

To alleviate the siege, Al-Sabah.

Devised a method of encryption between him and his shepherds.

- "His face became hideous…" - This means our lord needs information.

About grain warehouses in the camp.

And at the same time,

Zaid Ibn Suhon was gathering money and young men.

So hear and obey.

And anticipate victory and paradise.

Hassan was a brilliant character.

Barzak Amide.

He has his eye on you, and his jealousy of you is great.

Poor Ibn Suhon.

Beware of him, and treat him like a brother.

A world leader and master of hearts.

As Imam Ghazali always used to refer to him.

That he has a thousand images.

Just like Satan.

But contrary to the castle siege,

there was an internal siege in Hassan Al-Sabbah

from his wife and his lover, Donia Zad.

Beware of me, Hassan.

The one who killed her son.

I am your enemy till the Day of Judgement.

A sacrificial lamb for his call.

Hassan Al-Sabbah's call.

EPISODE 17: MESSAGES OF BROTHERHOOD

"As for the inspiration,

it's something science has not denied,

and it has rules and principles."

Leave me.

Let him feel the fire of hell.

Take Lady Donia Zad to her room.

And closed the doors on her with all respect and politeness.

I won't forgive you, Hassan.

A door opened for you this time, next time you will die by my hand.

Even if everyone believed you,

I won't.

My son's blood is on your hands, I won't forgive you, Hassan.

Leave me.

Thank God it ended with a reprimand.

Ever since I arrived to the castle, I've been hearing about this Ibn Suhon.

Terrifying!

It was also my first time seeing Barzak Amide.

Barzak is worth a thousand martyrs.

They say these two,

are our lord's wings, that he uses to fly anywhere in the world,

to another place.

Sometimes he flies out of this world.

What does he look like?

Just an ordinary man like any other.

No.

The difference is that he is the smartest.

Who managed to be alone on the throne.

Our Lord is not a King, Sultan.

Nor even a Caliph.

And there's no throne.

Our master, such a profound spiritual thing.

A special creature.

Your faith is childishly strong, Jouhar!

You are so innocent.

We're all like that.

Or don't you believe in our master?

I don't believe in anyone.

And what does the one who doesn't believe in anyone do?

Among believers in the Almut castle.

My story is very long, Khayrat.

I've tried all the ideas and beliefs.

A Zoroastrian in my childhood.

Then a Buddhist,

then a Jew, a Christian, and a Muslim.

In the end, I'm a martyr.

What did you get?

I am here, in the most beautiful place I could ever be.

This place is a great alternative.

The greatest alternative!

Alternative for what?

For everything.

Life, despair, and fear.

In the end, suicide.

But here is something different.

There are imagination, excitement, and passion here.

And even death, at the end, comes to you in the most beautiful way possible.

Redemption and martyrdom.

Could there be anything better than this, you think?

Your words are confusing and scary!

No no no,

stick with your childish faith.

By God, this is the most beautiful thing about you, my dear.

And you, Khayrat?

Me!

I am here to kill as many Seljuks as possible.

And to be killed and finally rest.

They killed the majority of my tribe.

And I killed their most important leader inside his tent before I even turned 18.

And then?

I fled.

And hid in various places until I arrived here.

Where I found my last opportunity to kill, to be killed and to rest.

Good night.

And to you as well.

I love you.

What is it that God created between your ribs?

It can't possibly be a heart!

There are many verses in the Quran that talk about the rebellious son.

Who defied his father's will.

Like In Surah Al-Kahf and the righteous man.

And like the son of Noah.

And like Adam's son who killed his brother.

It happens.

That the son gets killed when he is defiant.

And that is not by my will or my heart.

It's God's command.

I seek Allah's protection, man!

Even the father killing his son!

You want to amuse my mind again?

And convince me that it's a divine command!

Deception, stubbornness, and obstinacy!

In Surah Al-Kahf, it was the righteous servant who killed the son,

not the father.

It was the vanity that killed the son of our prophet, Noah, not his father.

No one killed his son except you, Hassan.

I only passed the order.

So he didn't feel regret!

So he didn't ask for forgiveness and pardon!

- I am the authority. - You're insane!

You indeed believe that you're superior to humans.

You're not a preacher for the Hidden Imam.

You're a preacher for Hassan Al-Sabbah.

Lord of the Fortress.

Who can do anything to have his slaves believe he's their god.

I understand and excuse your condition.

And I love you.

And I hate you.

Who were you dreaming about?

I was dreaming of Yahia on his horse.

He was telling me, “I love you, Norhan, wait for me”.

Ah, what a beauty!

Are your dreams more pleasant than the dream of heaven?

I thank God for not being owned by anyone from the paradise dreamers yet.

Your turn will come, Nourhan,

and you must prepare, or else you'll die.

I'd prefer to kill myself rather than become a pleasure for one of them.

Wake up, Nourhan!

Keep your dreams to sleep only.

And in the dream of heaven,

imagine that every chosen one of them is Yahia.

Feel the blessing we have.

We're in a huge blessing.

Living in a nice place,

wearing the best clothes,

we are adorned,

and we are enjoying it,

what's more beautiful than this!

Come, let me teach you something before she comes to kill us.

O, Cupbearer! To you I complain

To you I have called out, even you shall not listen

I complain of a drinking companion whose face I fell in love with

From his palms I drank the wine

O, Cupbearer! To you I complain

To you I have called out, even you shall not listen

I can no longer be patient, nor do I have any forbearance left

My folks have reprimanded me, and they have gone too far in their reprimanding

They have made light of my complaints of what has happened to me

However, my situation is one deserving of empathy

For my situation is one of a debilitating despair and of a demeaning affection

O, Cupbearer! To you I complain

To you I have called out, even you shall not listen

My heart burns and my tears pour down

He knows what the fault is, still he does not confess to it

O, you whom I have been speaking of and describing

Your love has sprouted inside of me and blossomed

My lord.

I apologize for entering without permission.

But the matter is serious and grave.

We found a group of shepherds with encrypted letters from the castle.

And their explanations, as if they were from us.

And maps for the secret entrances of the castle.

And an inventory of grains and food.

And also correspondences from other castles.

The Sultan's spies,

are amongst us!

We have pressured them in every way

and made them taste the torment of hell.

They won't tell us where they got the letters and codes from

or what their purpose was.

Since when does the Sultan's army have soldiers of such strength and bravery!

These are not soldiers, my lord.

These are a group of women and girls of shepherds.

You are in the presence of our lord, Hassan Al-Sabbah.

I know you!

Your spirit is not unfamiliar to the castle.

And I hear you say for our lord, and my

soul sacrifice to the keyholder of heaven.

Come.

Who are you?

Who are you?

A girl from shepherd's daughters.

What's your name?

Rayhana.

The letters you brought, I know how you got them.

But the explanations of the puzzles and the words in them,

Only a very small group inside the castle know them.

The senior preachers, companions, and chosen ones.

Who and how did you learn from?

And it seems you are looking for someone specific!

I'm looking for someone who doesn't exist.

You sent him to hell with your own hand.

Hassan Al-Sabbah sends the devoted to paradise.

And only the enemies of the dawah and faith, to hell.

And Derbas, my brother.

Is he in paradise?

My mother asks me every day, and I have no answer.

I would like to tell you to reassure her.

And tell her that your son enjoys the bliss of paradise.

But you won't leave here.

You were one of us, a daughter of our mission.

But the devil took advantage of your love for your brother.

And made you follow...

the path of the arrogant Sultan.

And support his soldiers over your faith and creed.

My faith is firm.

And my creed is firmer than you.

And I and those with me neither support the Sultan nor you.

Both are one in oppression.

You have sent my brother, his siblings, and the children with me to hell.

And he sends his soldiers to death, to prove he defeated you.

To the point that whoever falls into his hands is slaughtered.

He gets stuffed with straw.

He is burnt and his ashes put in our mouth.

Blood gives birth to blood, but not our lord's blood, nor the Sultan's.

But the blood of his shepherds...

and his followers...

Who taught you?

Our lord.

I taught my brother, and he taught me.

I am grieved by the death of a young woman like you.

With your bravery and knowledge.

Your brother was my son and my beloved.

Both inside and outside the castle.

They know that Hassan Al-Sabbah could kill his son,

for the dawah.

For Hassan Al-Sabbah.

For the truth.

O truth...

how many crimes are committed in your name!

Exactly.

Your words are right, Rayhana.

To be thrown from the castle roof.

I feel the castle's spirit is anxious.

Difficult days.

I want to speak to the people.

Which people?

All the people.

All the young believers and preachers.

Sure.

Welcome, loved ones.

You are my family.

And you are my beloved ones.

Kinship is not of clay and blood.

The kinship is of the soul.

You are my soul, and I am yours.

And my soul felt anxiety.

It felt your inside asking...

Who is Hassan Al-Sabbah?

And what are we doing in the castle of Alamut?

Why are we few and facing the whole world?

And what is the fate?

That's why I had to appear.

And speak to you the language of soul to soul.

Know this, my children.

That Hassan Al-Sabbah is a simple Muslim.

He asked our Lord to know the truth and the reality.

And I pledged to myself a pledge.

That the truth and reality is above all considerations.

For the sake of truth, Hassan Al-Sabbah killed his son.

Hussein, may God have mercy upon him.

For the sake of truth, I whipped my dear friends.

Like Zaid ibn Saihon.

And for the sake of truth, I sent Barzak to his death.

I am amongst you and from you.

I have no purpose in this world except the truth.

And the most important question...

Why is the key to heaven with Hassan Al-Sabbah?

Because the key to Heaven is with the servant of truth alone.

Every one of you is Hassan Al-Sabbah.

Because my soul is connected to yours.

And my soul would die for you.

- Allah Allah. - Allah Allah.

- Allah Allah. - Allah Allah.

The history itself is now witnessing us

as we lay siege to Iblis's castle.

Any shepherd...

or Bedouin, or any creature passing through

the land between us and Almut castle,

gets killed!

Him, his horse, and his flock.

I want Almut castle to be engulfed with hellfire

and the ones in it.

Either dead

or burned corpses if they even think about leaving.

And every rebel head inside the castle

that comes to me,

I'll pay a hundred gold Dinars to the one who beheads it.

And I don't want anyone to sleep now.

Everyone get ready.

- Allahu Akbar. - Allahu Akbar.

- Allahu Akbar. - Allahu Akbar.

- Allahu Akbar. - Allahu Akbar.

What's that over there?

That is the Seljuks' camp.

Seljuks! Long live Sultan Berkyaruq!

Lower your voice!

Commander Dawud,

we found these two loitering around the camp.

Both... that simply you ignorant!

One of them is a poet from the best poets

in the world, not only a poet, but also...

A poet, a scholar, and a jurist

and so much more.

Thank you so much for your words and welcome.

And certainly, by his side a great personality like him.

- I, my lord... - Of course of course.

This is Sahban.

One of the major astronomers and a philosopher.

He has cleansed many minds and scrubbed off their filth.

Enough...

One could say a mind purifier.

Mind purifier, a nice expression.

An idiomatic expression, Commander Maulana.

But this path is very dangerous and rugged.

As if you came from Almut Castle.

Only God saved us from passing by it.

When the shepherds alerted us to it.

I saw it from a distance like a mad, devil

spreading out his ego shadow to the sky.

We ran away as fast as possible of course.

We found ourselves here, thank God, in the camp of Sultan Berkyaruq's army.

God is merciful.

Thank God for your safety, and of course, welcome to our camp.

Please come in.

If the camp wouldn't move in the morning

to attack the dissenter Hassan Al-Sabbah,

I'd have offered you the hospitality you deserve.

Hospitality? My lord, the best thing you could do is get rid of that madman.

He sits in the castle torturing and killing, won't you say something, Omar?

He killed his own son, my lord.

Who does he think he is!

Even the scholar sahban have seen Hassan Sabbah.

It's a metaphor, my lord.

Continue, our scholar Sahban.

It seems...

our leader, didn't pay any...

didn't pay any attention to Sahban.

I don't understand.

The words spoken by Sahban are the words of the shepherds by the castle.

They told us many legends, most of them are lies that are easily debunked.

Few of them are true.

And Sahban...

Sadly, Sahban mixes what he hears with what he sees.

This is a high rank in science, wherein...

A scientist arrives after embarking on extensive learning.

He cannot differentiate between hearing and seeing.

Between reality and imagination.

That aside...

you are our guests.

Please, head to the tent.

Come with me.

What will this man do to us in the tent?

The most important thing is not to let the siege distract us from our mission.

We received a pigeon message about the death of Badr El-Din Al-Jamali.

By a plot from Ibn Al-Mustali.

Who said that?

The news that arrived.

It didn't happen!

Those who killed the believers by the order of our lord Nizar, peace be upon him

I am the one who sent them myself to kill him in the world of the hidden.

The pigeon will fly from our holy castle with the news.

The followers of Hassan Al-Sabbah are the ones who killed Badr El-Din Al-Jamali.

In retaliation for Imam Nizar, peace be upon him.

Your orders, my lord.

We don't create myths and legends.

We teach people facts.

Their limited minds can't reach, Zaid.

Hasan Al-Sabbah kills in both apparant and hidden, brother.

Because my mission is to deliver the souls of the disbelievers to hell.

And deliver the believers the keys to heaven.

You brought us to ruin, bathroom attendant.

Yes, my tongue slipped.

We need to cut it!

Alright... alright, just tell me calmly.

- What should I do? - Play the fool.

Our only chance of survival is for you to act the fool, got it?

Why am I playing the fool then?

They all hate Hassan Al-Sabbah.

It's in everyone's best interest that he faces ruin.

But not by my hand, Sahban.

Not by me nor my words.

I won't stoop to his level killing friends or hand a dagger to someone to do it.

How do you still love him?

I cherish the memories I had with him.

The days of youth, the best days of life.

Even if he stabs me, I won't forget them.

- The commander. - Play the fool.

Rest, rest, please.

Huh?

Continue, Sahban.

How's the situation at Almut Fortress

and Hassan Al-Sabbah?

What did the shepherds tell you?

Hassan Al-Sabbah...

his tale is strange.

Whose tale?

Al-Sabbah's.

Well, each one of them...

Has a tale.

Three meters long.

And big black wings.

As soon as I saw him... he flew.

So, I got scared.

What's wrong?

- He is... - Not a fool.

But when knowledge increases.

It can overwhelm.

Anyway, you all need to rest.

Abdullah.

Guide the guests to rest.

Stay by the entrance of their tent in case they need anything.

Our master, the siege will continue for days.

And that is not in the interest of the castle.

The siege of Berkyaruq, if it lasts a thousand years...

there will be neither a victor nor a defeated.

And faith will remain our weapon that tips the balance.

We are a fortress with revolutionaries,

and they are a regular army.

What we endure in a year, they would in many years.

It's not about faith, Barzak.

However the clever mind...

is a part of faith, Zaid.

There will always be competition and envy among brothers.

Regardless of the apparent friendliness and purity.

It’s the story of life since the time of Joseph's brothers.

They reconciled eventually.

The patient one always wins, Barzak.

And wars aren't just fought on battlefields.

There are bigger wars in the sky.

In the sky!

The correspondences carried by homing pigeons.

And the secrets contained in those letters,

will be our salvation.

The message's paths in the sky,

will be under our arrow's aim.

"Know, Sanjar, that Berkyaruq is busy with Almot's castle.

Hassan Al-Sabbah and the road to Isfahan could be expensive.

When Al-Sabbah's resistance to the Sultan's army prolongs.

And an indication is worth a thousand words."

"My brother, Mohamed.

We received your message and understood the signal.

I'm with you.

Until the siege time when our brother's soldiers boredom has reached its limit.

Then, not only the road to Isfahan...

Will be empty.

But the road to the soldiers' souls who are bored

and longing for their homes is the greater gain.

We'll gain an entire army ready to break the siege at any cost."

I don't know how Hassan Al-Sabbah got hold of the sealed letters' course!

Even my letters to them for surrender and sending

compulsory reinforcements have reached them.

Well, my lord, how shall we act in the castle's siege?

Write what I'll order.

And my message shall reach the army besieging Hassan Al-Sabbah.

In a knight's hand before dawn.

In a knight's hand!

Dove's wings are no longer safe, Taj Al-Din.

There are demons in the sky that outrun pigeons.

My commander, may God reward you for our Sultan.

"To the army under Sultan Berkyaruq,

return to the country immediately upon receiving the royal message."

What does this mean?

The higher orders have been made for implementation.

And the justifications are related to the royal court.

Obedience to the Sultan is mandatory.

And us?

What about waiting, shipping, and the blood boiling in our veins?

Commander Dawood, say only one thing to cool us down,

what's happening is unbelievable.

All I can tell you is that you might put yourself to death.

Not complying with orders is treason.

- Then I have the honor to be a traitor. - Soliman!

Yahya, Soliman, and Tayfur.

They are esoterics traitors!

Catch them.

Catch the traitors.

Catch them.

Traitors!

Commander Dawood, I have a plan.

I'll enter the castle as a traitor.

Traitors!

Esoteric among you and a traitor.

And I enter the castle pleading for help.

If I declare your treachery,

you might die from us before entering the castle.

That's my problem.

Please.

I want a real pursuit from our soldiers,

and try to kill me.

Really! Try to kill me genuinely!

Surely Hassan Al-Sabbah has traitors among us.

Get out, announce to the remaining that I'm a traitor.

- Consider us two traitors? - No.

- I want to be alone. - Three!

Brothers till death.

We've gotten far off.