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A long journey from youth to manhood.

That "Hassan" went through, preaching his mission and message.

His message, which he exported to the world.

As a message against injustice and corruption.

And since the way of life dictates that in the end, every living thing dies.

Then who will be there for the believers after me?

But after the passing of "Hassan Al-Sabbah".

Who will be the heir?

Al-Hussein was killed.

And Al-Hadi.

Betrayed.

And now I am preparing you to be the heir of Hassan Al-Sabbah.

So your mother ran away from me!

I don't want you.

I don't want to be your heir!

Who will rule Alamut Castle after Hassan Al-Sabbah?

Years of life have passed inside the castle, Barzak.

What our master did inside the castle.

No Sultan or Caliph could do.

Hassan became alone in the castle as if imprisoned.

I want to breathe.

I want to smell the scent of the world outside Alamut Castle.

The time has come.

For the terrifying, fearsome castle dweller to leave.

Without his chosen ones.

Or his men.

Will you marry me your daughter?

Why did you choose a shepherd's daughter?

I heard that the daughters of the desert and shepherds have strong sons.

And you want a son from me?

I want a strong son from you.

Didn't you have children before?

I had two.

One died and the other is present.

And where is their mother?

Far away.

From your heart or from your place?

From my place.

And your heart.

No one lives in it but her.

Then why did you marry me?

I've been imprisoned by my own will for years.

I thought I'd go out, see the world outside, and marry again.

Imprisoned by your own will?

What is your craft?

A guardian at the gate of Paradise.

And sometimes a guardian at the gate of Hell.

You are mocking the mind of a shepherdess.

But that is truly my craft.

And some people call me a devil.

And others call me an Imam calling for truth.

And which one are you?

An Imam or a devil?

I am Hassan.

The one who walked a long path and is still

able to walk his path to achieve his dream.

A dream that cost him his dearest people.

His son.

His wife and his companions.

And he is still pursuing it.

But a dream that makes you lose all your loved ones is not a dream.

It's a nightmare.

Great dreams, Badr.

You can only achieve them alone.

So what is the dream then?

What is a man's dream other than to have sons and daughters and livelihood?

And a day without harm?

No, that's not a man's dream.

That's the dream of any ram you herd outside.

The ram's dream is simple.

That's why it must stay within the flock to know how to live.

And every man is according to his dream.

And what is your dream?

To be one of the Sultan's soldiers?

Or a servant in the Caliph's palace?

Or a follower of the madman living in the castle?

Bigger than all of that.

You are very beautiful, Badr!

But your heart will never love me like the mother of your children.

Dunia Zad is incomparable.

And me?

You are Badr.

The beautiful young woman who could possibly be the mother of a strong boy.

But?

But.

Request permission from my lady.

For me and my daughter to return to our old house in Isfahan.

It's a great danger for you.

Have you forgotten whose wife you are?

I haven't forgotten.

But I want to be more on my own freedom.

No, Dunia.

You have another purpose.

Because here is much safer for you.

There, I can expose him more.

I can talk to women about the truth of Hassan Al-Sabbah.

And save many souls from his evil.

This is not just an escape.

It's revenge.

My son's blood is on his neck.

Okay.

I will request permission for you from our master.

And there will be guards at your house.

The time is a time of strife.

This is my time.

The time for me to appear to the people and speak to them.

And save their souls from misguidance.

So you are upon their doctrine?

Evil is not in the doctrines.

The evil is in our interpretation of the doctrine, my lady.

I believed Hassan Al-Sabbah more than I believed myself.

So he became my doctrine and my religion.

And when I saw the truth, I knew that he worships himself.

And that his doctrine is the doctrine of Al-Sabbah.

It seems you are knowledgeable in your doctrine.

The credit goes to Al-Sabbah.

I am the one whom the devil taught faith, my lady.

There is no book of Hassan's that I haven't read.

There is no idea.

That passed through his mind that didn't pass through mine.

I was his beloved and his wife.

And his follower.

Congratulations, Yahya.

Thank you, thank you.

I know you wished I was the first man to touch you.

And I also know it was against your will.

You had to be a houri in the dream of Paradise.

Against your will.

You are my honor, Nourhan.

The white garment that nothing can taint.

You are my father and mother.

Their souls returned in your gaze to complete my joy.

After all this was going on in your heart, Yahya, do you still see me as I am?

No one has touched me, Yahya.

I suffered for many, many years.

I saw death more than once to remain free.

But I was sure you would return.

Then what's the point of all this crying and sorrow we're in?

I just can't believe we are in the same house now.

We are in the same house now, Nourhan.

But do you know what's really bothering me right now?

What?

That your mother only cooked one chicken.

This is a summary of the messages from the King of the Franks.

You know that whoever doesn't pay the jizya.

We kill one or two.

Of his army's leaders.

And whoever pays more.

We can even help him.

Help him!

How, my lord?

We can kill the leaders of his enemies' armies.

We can cut off his trade routes.

Wherever they are.

And in whichever country they pass through.

This way we will enter into wars and conflicts.

With more than one party.

And we are not prepared for that.

We have a way of dealing with situations like these.

If our master were present.

He might have a different opinion.

The old way must change.

I am pregnant.

A strong boy.

God knows best.

I am sure it's a strong boy.

Happy?

More than your mind can imagine.

Now the time has come.

The time for what?

Now you understand the purpose of the meeting and the journey.

What is it?

The boy!

What are you doing?

Returning to the castle.

And you will wait here.

Wait for what? And what castle?

Are you a follower of the castle dweller?

I am him.

I am Hassan Al-Sabbah.

The mission is accomplished, and the strong boy is now in your womb.

And he will be an Imam for the entire world.

I don't understand anything.

Give birth and raise him in the desert to be a strong boy and a fighter.

And as soon as he reaches manhood, send him to Alamut Castle.

With this ring.

Whether I am alive or martyred.

He will take his place and his status.

And don't worry, he won't abandon you.

Money will reach you.

This is madness!

This is not madness.

This is a future I foresee.

Then take me with you.

Take me with you to the castle.

I am your wife.

My wife is Dunia Zad.

I am just like her!

I am also your wife.

You are the boy's mother, and that's all.

Keep the secret and the trust.

The wife of the Castle Sheikh is back again, just like that!

There must be a secret behind it!

Yes.

Or she's back to plot here.

To cause a great disaster right under Hassan Al-Sabbah's nose.

What did he task you with this time?

Set Isfahan ablaze?

The same actions as Al-Sabbah.

The same misguidance.

I believed Hassan Al-Sabbah and loved him.

But he loves no one but himself.

And to be the holder of the key to Paradise.

Hassan killed his son so that those around him would believe in him.

He worships himself.

And his doctrine is the doctrine of Al-Sabbah.

So do not believe his words or his miracles.

Because he is sending your sons to Hell.

And I am not like Hassan Al-Sabbah.

God has removed the veil from my insight.

And he fell into the trap of his own self.

And I declare it before you.

I am Dunia Zad, the believer in our master the Imam.

The disbeliever in Hassan Al-Sabbah.

Khadija!

What's wrong with you?

I hate you. Get away from me, get away from me!

Why all this?

What have I done to upset you?

You insult my father and tell people bad things about him!

I hate you and I love him.

I'm sorry.

And I love you.

And I said I hate you.

Your father is an oppressor.

My father is great.

Khadija!

Your father killed your brother.

He is my father and I love him no matter what he does.

- Calm down, my dear. - Get away from me, I said!

May God protect our master Hassan Al-Sabbah,

the holder of the key to Paradise.

What the lady did.

Was much more important than what the Vizier did.

Killing and chaos decreased.

Her words had a great impact.

May God protect you from the evil of a woman when she hates.

A woman is a beautiful and gentle creature.

Unless she is betrayed or humiliated.

Then she can shake the throne of a Sultan.

Indeed, your cunning is great.

And our compassion is greater!

And what guarantees the continuity of compassion, my lady?

Security.

A woman's true goal is security.

And her man is her security.

If she doesn't find security with him, where will she go!

This wound has no cure except a wound greater

than the one that made her lose her security.

May God protect us from the evil of a wounded woman.

And from the evil of a treacherous man.

Our master.

I wanted to enter to see Al-Hadi.

It's been a few days since we knew anything about him.

Food and drink are given to him every other day.

And I am worried about him.

You would worry about our master's son more than I do!

Pardon, my lord.

But Al-Hadi is a young man.

And I'm afraid his imprisonment will be prolonged.

Al-Hadi is in prison until our master commands otherwise.

Our master has been in seclusion for days.

And talk has increased.

About his absolute non-appearance.

I'm not talking about the youth of the mission.

I'm talking about the senior preachers and missionaries.

Inform them that our master is present.

And that this is a test of their obedience and

the obedience of their souls in his absence.

And that he is the one giving me the orders I convey to you.

My master's command.

What about Al-Hadi?

Let the one responsible for his guard double the food.

What did he tell you?

Unintelligible speech.

I fear.

That he has done something unforgivable.

The days will make us understand.

Bring me Al-Hadi's guard.

Meaning he's not sitting with me.

Not looking at me, not talking to me.

I've drifted off to my grave, Sahban.

Your grave!

Its place and its shape.

And what is planted beside it.

Why this talk?

You must think about the house where you will spend the rest of your death.

We sit in the houses of this world for years.

And we sit in the grave forever.

And what have you decided regarding your grave?

First, it must be in a beautiful place.

Pleasant.

Not in Isfahan, nor Tus, nor Samarkand.

Personally, I want to be buried in the bathhouse.

My grave will be in Nishapur.

Next to an orchard with roses and trees.

And beautiful scents.

Moved by the northern winds.

And every spring.

The grave of Omar Al-Khayyam becomes a paradise.

With all kinds of roses and beautiful fragrances.

You'll be dust then, you won't feel anything!

You're talking about the body, you simpleton.

Not the soul.

Do you know what we are?

I am a simpleton, but I know.

The truth.

What is our truth?

What?

A pure soul.

With a great light.

Capable of the impossible.

But all this beautiful energy

is imprisoned inside a mold of clay.

A small, confined space.

Why desires, instincts, and base cravings.

If this clay mold.

With its instincts and desires.

Can suppress the soul and the light within it.

Then the human becomes.

A dead beast.

Even if outwardly alive.

Understood?

No!

And I can't understand either.

Sometimes I feel you are an infidel!

And sometimes I feel you worship the moment you live in.

And sometimes I feel you are an ascetic scholar.

What are you?

What am I!

I am Omar Al-Khayyam.

The one lost between pure imagination.

And confused illusion.

I have composed the natures of souls.

So how can You punish souls You have fashioned!

And how can You annihilate them completely!

Or see a flaw.

In a soul You have formed.

God.

What is all this!

And you will still see glory and wealth you have never seen before.

How?

You will go to the gate of Alamut Castle.

And shout at the top of your voice and order the guards to open the gate.

And tell them with all confidence.

I am your master, Hassan Al-Sabbah.

Hassan Al-Sabbah!

And how will they believe me with this appearance of mine?

And me, a drunken pauper?

I will give you my clothes and take your tattered ones.

The epitome of justice.

And after I shout.

And tell them I am your master Hassan Al-Sabbah?

The gates of bliss will open for you.

But...

If they discover my truth inside.

They will kill me.

No, no.

No, no, I don't want to die.

You won't have time to be killed.

Because you will meet the real Hassan Al-Sabbah.

And he is very amused by those who claim to be him.

He will honor you with amazing gifts.

And he will laugh at your sight and release you.

And swap the clothes back?

Immediately!

Disappear, oh clothes of misfortune.

And get ready, Hamdan, for the clothes of the nobles.

Oh guards!

Open the gate!

I am your master, Hassan Al-Sabbah!

The holder of the key to Paradise.

As for the qualities of the spiritual warrior.

They are that the learned one should not

swear by God, Glorified and Exalted be He.

Whether truthfully or falsely.

And that he fulfills his promise.

And that he avoids cursing anything.

And that he refrains his hand from God's creatures.

And that he avoids praying against anyone.

And that he does not testify against anyone from the people of the Qibla.

Take your place, Yahya.

And that he avoids.

Testifying against anyone from the people of the Qibla.

Of disbelief.

Or of hypocrisy.

That is closer to mercy.

And ethics.

And that he avoids looking at sins.

And that he does not depend on the creation.

But.

Depends on the Creator.

In the name of God, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful, and there is

no power nor strength except with God, the Most High, the Most Great.

In the name of God.

Where, our master, is fighting corrupt ideas.

And praying against the oppressor and cursing the tyrants?

By God.

If your condition is rectified.

God will rectify through you everyone around you.

But we are in a time of strife, our master, and enemies are everywhere.

Then this is the station of struggling against the self.

And striving against the self

is one of the greatest types of Jihad.

And Jihad against the disbelievers and oppressors?

Indeed, God will help those who help Him.

By God.

If you help your Lord against yourself, your

Lord will help you against whoever opposes you.

Even if it were all the people of the Earth.

Come, come.

Praise be to God for our master's safe arrival.

Rise, for there is an important and great spiritual

journey that the believers must know about.

And there are great messages from the heavens.

Heralding a new birth for Alamut Castle and its Sheikh.

I did this because I love you.

So that you can bear and endure what is to come.

My tyranny is the eye of love.

My cruelty is mercy.

I don't want your mercy!

Prepare and perform ablution.

Eat and drink.

Tomorrow is the most important day.

In the life of my master Al-Hadi bin Hassan Al-Sabbah.

In the name of God, and prayers and peace be upon

the Messenger of God and upon his good family.

And peace be upon our master the Imam, the concealed, Nizar, peace be upon him.

Now then.

Just as our master Yousef was the bearer of our master Yaqoob's secret.

And our masters, the Ahl al-Bayt.

Are the heirs of the great secret.

Then the secret of Hassan Al-Sabbah, the holder of the key to Paradise

is in the soul, heart, and chest of.

My master Al-Hadi bin Hassan Al-Sabbah.

So I announce before you my heir.

The holder of my place and my status, and

the holder of the key to Paradise after me.

To him belongs complete sovereignty and the most dazzling light.

And I have seen wonders from him.

And I have seen the angels greet him and teach him knowledge.

And I have been informed by our master the Imam, peace be upon him.

That he is the Imam after me.

Upon you is complete obedience to him.

In every matter of your worldly and religious affairs.

From now and for as long as God wills him to live.

Rise and pledge allegiance to your commander.

You have my obedience until the Day of Judgment.

My master and son of my master.

My master Al-Hadi.

I am just Al-Hadi, Barzak.

You have my complete obedience and love, my master.

You are our master's son.

Your virtue is upon all of us.

You are his secret.

I don't know if this is something to be happy about or something to worry about.

Be happy, my master.

You are the prince, son of the prince.

You are our master.

And I am the humble servant.