The Assassins (الحشاشين)

Hassan Al-Sabbah.

Hassan Al-Sabbah.

He 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 Doniazad.

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,

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.

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.

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.

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

Does it mean you'll be a grape cluster

Or 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,

And some will ask who was Omar Khayyam!

As if I'm multiple Omar Khayyams.

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

And 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

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.

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.

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.

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.