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Hassan Al-Sabbah

sensed the beginning of the end.

He began to teach his son everything.

I always want you to stay connected with me,

even when you're alone in your chamber.

Meaning, to see me and to hear me, even when I'm far away.

"Among your wives and your children, there

are enemies to you, so beware of them."

God Almighty speaks the truth.

Cheer up, our master.

May God reward you greatly in Donia Zad.

And he tells him about the story

that will be told after his death and departure.

Finish writing the book.

Al-Hadi will be Hassan's successor...

...and will rule his castle after him.

So here I declare him before you, my successor.

The owner of my place and position, and the keeper of the key to heaven after me.

But Al-Hadi didn't have Hassan Al-Sabbah's sagacity and strength,

and the jealousy around him started to increase.

My obedience to you is unto the last day.

My master, son of my great master.

Now you must understand that you are not the same as before.

And of course, be cautious of Barzak Amide.

And the young man was less and simpler than what was expected of him.

EPISODE 29: THE LEGACY OF OUR MASTER

"From our master, the caller to God, the True King.

Our Imam...

the holder of the key to heaven, Hassan Al-Sabbah."

"To our loyal follower and our secret servant, Siraj.

How's the toy that you're moving?

I want you to start fueling his doubts about the Abbasid caliph's intentions,

to become scattered between a conspiracy

of many parties, relatives and the caliph.

And for you the peace and prayers for safety,

and await our next command, holder of the key to heaven."

What is it?

What?

What is it?

What are you doing?

My lord!

My lord!

What is happening?

What have I done wrong?

Why is this happening?

I apologise if I disturbed your sleep,

in your room and your comfortable bed.

We just came to check on you.

Check on me how?

Get out.

My lord.

My lord, what have I done?

My lord.

Just let me understand.

My lord!

I want you to experience sleeping in hell.

The fire will ignite on the bed,

then, on your clothes,

and then it will eat your body.

I want you to taste the sleep in Hell.

"From our lord, the great Sultan.

To Hassan Al-Sabbah, the rebellious.

Resident of the castle, the misguided."

"The minister Siraj has preceded you to hell.

He is now waiting for you.

His ablaze body was a meal for the starving castle dogs.

And they remain hungry

waiting for your inevitable fate."

Here is Omar Khayyam's last home.

Honestly, the place is beautiful.

You will enjoy it here.

Especially as there's no neighbor to bother you.

You'd enjoy being buried here a lot, Omar.

Omar Khayyam's tomb.

To its right, we’ll plant a grapevine.

So sweet, to drink something fresh in the morning.

And on its left, the flowers of Narcissus and Jasmine.

And when the breeze blows, it stirs the leaves.

The scent of flowers fills the world.

People come to visit the kind dead man who lived and died.

While trying to understand the reason for his existence.

The reason for your existence is to perplex Sahban.

Your presence in this world

is to increase Sahban's confusion.

I wish I never knew you.

And when you visit me, squeeze the grapes.

And make a drink that reminds you of your friend Omar Khayyam.

Wind blowing towards our destruction, and no other purpose it has.

But the assassination of our souls is its intention.

Sit in this radiant garden and sip the wine.

For from our dust the garden will sprout tomorrow.

Will you become a grape cluster,

a flower, or what exactly? Just so I know?

In time, Omar Khayyam...

under the ground turns into dust.

The dust with water comes alive and turns into a tree

or a flower...

or a grape cluster.

People squeeze it and drink it...

and say, this drink reminds us of a poet who lived and died.

His name was Omar Khayyam.

Some will say, "may he rest in peace".

Some will curse his soul,

some will ask who was Omar Khayyam!

As if I'm multiple Omar Khayyams.

One my say, this is the tomb of Omar Khayyam, the infidel.

True.

And one may say, "he was faithful and ascetic".

True.

One may say, "the madman".

True.

One says, "the scholar". Another says, "the poet".

Everyone has their own word.

But which one are you, Omar?

Only the creator knows the truth about Omar Khayyam.

Praise be to God.

No one will remember Sahban

when he dies, neither for good nor for evil.

You're lucky, Sahban.

This is great fortune.

So what is great fortune?

To die without a memory.

No judgments or evaluations from humans.

You are the lucky one, Sahban.

Neither for you nor against you.

The book of our Master's legacy.

Which the angels dictated to our master, Al-Hadi...

is a secret matter.

And within is special knowledge.

Glory be to God.

A strange matter.

If the people heard about it,

their minds won't believe it.

I heard our master say,

"Whoever memorizes his book perfectly.

Word by word.

Letter by letter.

Has no reward but heaven."

With a promise from our hidden Imam.

For my part

I will memorize it by heart.

God bless you.

Memorization is the first guarantee of the book's continuity.

It must be copied and distributed To all preachers in the countries.

This is your task.

Copy the book at least twenty times.

Each of us copies it And memorizes it at the same time.

My father was a Shiite Muslim man.

And I memorized the Quran and Hadith.

And I knew the virtues of the Prophet's family.

And I aimed to know Our distinguished Imam.

Then I got busy with worldly matters And service to people.

And I forgot the honor of the search.

So God inflicted my enemies on me.

So I fled from city to city.

And when God saved us from the predicament and I returned.

I returned to seek the truth.

I found all the caliphs of the Abbasid Muslims

with no chivalry.

So I fled to Egypt.

I found the true Imam.

The caliph, Al-Mustansir Billah And his successor Nizar, peace be upon him.

So I recognized my Imam and adhered to him.

But God inflicted on me the prince Of the armies and he chased me to the sea.

And God saved me with the blessings of the Imam.

Barzak Amide.

Thanks to him, I'm not a martyr of Nizam Al-Mulk.

Excuse me, Master.

Don't worry, Barzak, and don't think too much.

Stay true to my covenant with you.

Kind-hearted and well-thinking

and a believer.

It's like you're hearing my questions!

It's like there's no veil between my thoughts and you.

The doubt, Barzak

is the gate of hell.

True.

Not only the chosen youth will go to heaven on my promise.

No!

You too.

And all the believers in the high ranks of heaven.

Because you believed.

Praise be to God.

It's not me, Barzak, who chooses the chosen one.

Nor did I choose you.

They are chosen by God.

And I rejoice in his choice

and I accept it.

May God honor our Master.

Rejoice in Lord's choice for you to be with me.

And he who rejoices

does not question.

Because questioning ruins the joy.

My master, Al-Hadi.

Why are you standing alone?

I'm learning to think and meditate.

Like our Master.

Standing alone in the castle is dangerous for you.

Dangerous from whom, Barzak?

I am in Alamut castle.

My father is it's lord and I'm his successor.

Exactly my master.

You are his successor.

That's why it's a big risk for you to be here without me or the guards.

Barzak...

everyone in the castle is my follower.

Should I fear my followers?

Everyone is your father's followers,

our Master Hassan Al-Sabbah.

There's no guarantee of loyalty.

Do you think your father trusts any of his followers?

Then who does he trust?

Only Hassan Al-Sabbah.

That is the secret of his strength.

You should also trust only one.

He is Al-Hadi.

But my father loves you and trusts you.

Poor Master Al-Hadi.

He is still young in age.

Your feeling of his lack of love for you

is because you are no longer his successor.

Your father really loved me.

But not as much as he loved Donia Zad.

And who will be the successor of our Master...

time will tell.

I'll leave you to your solitude, my Master.

But I will keep my eye on you.

With your permission, of course.

If Master Al-Hadi is studying the stars and the sky.

It's best he stands in the same place our Master does.

A high place.

Our Master.

I asked for Al-Hadi.

I really don't know what to say!

Master Al-Hadi.

Atop the castle.

He stood, smiling in a strange way.

His face was lit up like a full moon.

As I approached him...

...he raised his hand as if to stop me from coming closer.

Then he raised both hands upwards.

Like he was praying.

And he began...

He began to rise off the ground.

He ascended upwards.

An inch,

two,

three!

As if he was climbing on the shoulders of angels.

And I stood there, frozen, not believing.

And my mind was spinning.

My master Al-Hadi is ascending upwards...

while smiling!

Until he disappears into the sky.

And all I could see were the sky and the twinkling stars.

There's no trace of master Al-Hadi.

Speak something else.

Speak more merciful words.

Al-Hadi ran away like Donia Zad!

Say that Al-Hadi ran away and buy yourself some life and give me hope.

He didn't run away.

So you must've killed him!

God forbid, my master.

This is a miracle that I have seen with my own eyes.

Who am I to kill our master, Al-Hadi or to harm him?

I'll make an example out of you.

I'll cut you into pieces while you're alive.

If he ran, I'd have said so.

It would have saved me from your doubts and save my life.

But he didn't run.

And if I harmed him, where would I hide his body?

You had said yourself that master Al-Hadi wasn't an ordinary human.

That angels dictated him and he had great traits.

Even now, I'm still shocked...

and I can't believe what my eyes have seen.

I thought surely our master,

the key holder of heaven, would explain what I saw.

Master Al-Hadi ascended!

He flew into the sky!

Alive!

That is his position,

his miracle and his status.

He is now with our master Nizar!

And the rest of the pure Imams.

You should be rejoicing, my master.

Rejoice.

Not mourn and torment your servant Barzak Amide.

Free me.

Free me and let me inform the believers.

Let me tell them about the miracle.

It will make you in the eyes of not only the castle residents.

But in the eyes of all humans.

Our lord, the key holder of heaven.

The one who has an successor in heaven, alive.

What a grandeur!

What majesty!

What a divine inheritance!

Here!

Here I saw the wondrous event with my own eyes.

I swear to God it's the most amazing thing I've seen.

Our master Al-Hadi ascended upward

until he disappeared into the sky.

I try to catch him but...

it's impossible!

There were intense lights

and sounds like music.

Music unlike anything I've ever heard before.

It was like...

It was like divine joy.

A grand reception

fit for the unique young man, our master.

I will search for him inside and outside the castle, Barzak.

If I find any trace of him, alive or dead.

I will not tire of asking.

And I will keep asking until I kill you.

Your master Al-Hadi ran, and you helped him, right Barzak?

Correct?

I swore to you, our lord, that he ascended into the sky,

ascended right before my eyes.

I'll ask you the question again.

What have you done with your master Al-Hadi, Barzak?

I told you what happened.

The angels filled dictated the book to him lifted him on their shoulders.

Out of shock, I told some preachers,

and asked them to keep the secret.

You will kill me and say that I killed him.

That is a lie.

This will shake their faith in a miraculous event that happened to me.

Who did you tell?

The first and second preacher.

They were extremely reverent and believing.

Why don't you want to believe me when they did?

Their faith in you and your son exceeds all faith.

Especially after I told them of his last wish which I was hesitant to tell you

as he bid me farewell and ascended to the sky.

What was it?

He smiled and said,

"Know, Barzak,

that our lord Hassan Al-Sabbah's status is above all others".

I swear, I spoke the truth.

As we said in previous lessons,

the believer

is perceptive and discerning.

And it is necessary...

that...

one considers that trust...

Your beloved Yahia bin Sa'eed was executed.

And our master is speaking to people,

talk after talk after talk,

but your words neither prevent injustice nor end turmoil.

Why are you so rude?

Respect and behave in our master's presence.

Enough!

Shakib, the good

sit down.

Make room for him, boy.

Make room.

Sit.

Tell me.

What's your problem with words?

It doesn't prevent injustice.

The Esoterics are on the wrong side.

And their leader sits freely in his castle.

His demons are everywhere.

What are we doing here?

Are we fighting false beliefs?

And what is our fate?

Execution and torture?

Where is the truth? Who is right?

The Seljuks or Hassan Al-Sabbah?

The Abbasid Caliphate or the Fatimids?

Yahia is a young man whose parents were murdered by one of the Esoterics.

And Yahia himself was executed unjustly by the Seljuks.

So what's the point of words and what's the point of life?

And what's the point of talking about the religion?

God have mercy on him.

Yahia ibn Sa'eed...

a young Muslim,

very sincere.

But God bestowed upon him a gift.

The gift of sincerity.

And this sincerity is a secret

that God does not give to just anyone!

This secret existed in Yahia.

And this secret God places in honest hearts.

Imagine...

for instance,

in our time.

If we were truly sincere.

Hassan Al-Sabbah would not have appeared in our lives.

But unfortunately...

we are divided.

And there are other issues that need to be discussed

even though Hassan Al-Sabbah is wrong...

but the people around him

may greatly believe in him.

They become a force.

Force.

To be reckoned with.

And we...

think we are in the right.

And we pray God that we may be right

but unfortunately...

we lack sincerity.

So we become divided,

scattered,

and weak.

We can't stand up to anyone.

But...

no matter how few the sincere ones are

victory will be their ally by God's will.

In the name of God, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful.

"Do you really think that you will enter paradise without

going through what those who went before you went through.

They were afflicted with severe poverty, ailments and were so shaken.

Until the Messenger says,

and those who believed with him,

when will the victory of Allah come?

Indeed, the victory of Allah is near."

God speaks the truth.

Hang in there.

Come on, one more time.

- It's almost over. - Oh dear Lord.

It's almost over.

A boy!

It's a boy, Nourhan!

As his father wished.

What will you name him?

Sa'eed.

And what's above the castle!

But a sky that won't answer your question, Hassan!

Hassan Al-Sabbah.

Who am I, Barzak?

The Proof.

The Evidence.

The owner of the key to heaven.

The imam's image.

The first preacher.

The protecter and leader of the believers.

Who is Hassan Al-Sabbah's successor?

Peace be upon our master, Al-Hadi.

He was with us on earth.

He was the successor.

He's not here now.

So who is the successor?

We are all your children, master.

We are all your servants.

Could Barzak Amide be Hassan Al-Sabbah's successor?

Could you be the killer of my son, Al-Hadi...

...and then be my successor, Barzak?

If Hassan Al-Sabbah wants to leave the castle.

Where would he go?

Would you get out of the castle?

Why? Is it impossible?

Our master does what he wants.

Years go by and I am the prisoner of Alamut castle.

And praise be to God.

You are my jailer again.

God forbid.

Give your order and leave.

We are all at your service.

You are all at my service!

Like your life was dedicated for Al-Hadi!

Isn't it?

Of course.

We are all at your service.

Come closer.

I want you to kill Hassan Al-Sabbah's greatest enemy.

At your command and obedience.

Who's your enemy and I will end him?

He's in front of you.

Hassan Al-Sabbah.

God forbid.

For the sake of all the days that have gathered us.

For the exile, and prison, and death that we could face and it couldn't.

Kill Hassan Al-Sabbah.

Kill my master and my lord?

Wouldn't killing myself be easier?

Kill Hassan Al-Sabbah and then kill yourself.

Ease your mind, master, and rest.

Rest is dead.

Donia Zad was my comfort.

Where's Donia Zad?

She was killed.

And Hussein, my eldest son,

was my support and rest.

Where's Hussein?

He was killed.

And Al-Hadi, my successor and beloved.

Where is he?

How can Hassan Al-Sabbah find rest?

Grant me peace and carry out your master's orders.

Carry out my final order.

This is the only order in which I disobey you, my lord.

Sleep is what you need, master.

Imagine, my lord,

there is a child,

son of a sheepherder.

His mother claims he is the son of our lord Hassan Al-Sabbah.

I sent a chosen one that killed him and his mother...

...before the lie spread.

My master.

Can you sleep, Barzak?

Where do you get the ability to sleep?

Moments the mind steals

to complete its day actively.

Al-Hadi.

He was supposed to be my successor.

He was beautiful, smart, and sane.

God chose him for a larger and greater mission.

My son Hussein,

his elder brother, when he defied me, I killed him.

I had to do that.

Hassan Al-Sabbah is strong.

If his position comes into conflict with his heart, he would kill his heart.

From your strength, we derive ours, my master.

Al-Hadi was supposed to be in Hassan Al-Sabbah’s place.

But I chose you.

I chose you to punish the castle,

to punish the believers, and to punish myself.

I've chosen the worst successor,

to the greatest man.

I can't sleep, Barzak.

Even though I've slept before, in prison the night of my execution.

And the night I killed my son Hussein.

And the night I killed Doni Zad,

and the night I killed Nizam Al-Mulk,

now I can't sleep.

Great minds find it hard to sleep, my master.

Only the fortunate ones know how to sleep.

Because they're without heart and without mind.

Sleep.

Sleep, Barzak.

There's no sleep.

Come with me.

People need to know the truth about our lord Hassan Al-Sabbah.

Master Imam Nizar informed me,

that his pure spirit has merged with mine.

So I became him.

Who?

Who is calling out for Hassan Al-Sabbah?