The Assassins (الحشاشين)

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

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.

I am your enemy till the Day of Judgement.

A sacrificial lamb for his call.

Hassan Al-Sabbah's call.

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,

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 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.

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 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!

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!

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!

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

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

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 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.