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Paradise Dream
In one day,
You entered paradise and saw me.
I can't believe it!
After Hassan Al-Sabbah and his followers' victory over the strongest armies on earth
The world recognized the power of the Mountain Sheikh and his believing followers
The Sultan and his minister recognized the strength of Alamut Castle
A regular fighting army
Defeated the Franks.
And conquered lands where no Muslim had reached
Was defeated by a group of 300 men!
Why? Who is Hassan Al-Sabbah?
Why? Who is Hassan Al-Sabbah?
He decided he won't fight again.
Imagine a believer from Alamut Castle
With a dagger and faith
Capable of toppling a well-established nation with an army and wealth
Why would he enter big wars and lose soldiers and gear?
When he could topple an army by killing
Topple a nation by killing a king or a caliph or a sultan
Hassan began his new approach.
Assassinating influential state figures and officials
Assassinating influential state figures and officials
You don't need to fight a nation to defeat it
But you can cut its head.
He filled the hearts with terror from Alamut Castle.
And its master
Sheikh of the Mountain
Hassan Al-Sabbah
Episode 13 "The New Sultan"
Come sit!
The minister and the sultan died
And Omar became naked
Naked?
Naked
What's your name?
I am Sahban
Sahban
Do you know who I am?
Who doesn't know Omar Khayyam?
Do you know that the Nizam Al-Mulk was killed?
I was informed
And Malik-Shah
Sultan of the earth
Is dead!
Yeah, I knew
Do you know Hassan Al-Sabbah?
No, I don't know him!
He's ruling the world from the top of Alamut Castle
From the top of the castle?
Yes, from the top of the castle
The top of the castle
The world is changing around us, Sahban
Old meanings are changing
Changing means
Changing means
New meanings are coming in their place
This is philosophy!
You're a philosopher!
- Me? - You're a philosopher.
- I'm a philosopher? - Yes.
No, no, no, I am
Not important
So, what's important then?
What's important is that this new world
Is dangerous
It's dangerous because we don't know it.
We have to escape!
Let's escape, you and I.
Why should I escape with you?
And escape from whom?
From everything, Sahban.
From everything.
I am.
I'm a child of this ancient world that is changing.
I am a man of the murderer and the murdered.
I am a friend.
Of Nizam Al-Mulk and Hassan Al-Sabbah !
Look, I appreciate this philosophy.
But if we escape, where will we go?
Anywhere.
Anywhere but Isfahan!
Anywhere.
Where we can live in peace.
Any place where we can live in peace.
- Let's go! - Let's go.
Let's go, Sahban!
Just in case we're thirsty.
And how is the Seljuk state after Sultan's death, Zakwan?
The division and infighting between Berkyaruq.
His brother Muhammad Tubar, Mahmoud, and their fourth brother, Ahmed Sinjar.
In a fierce fight for rule.
Hasn't it been settled yet?
And it won't be settled in the near future.
Glory be to the One who does not ignore the call of the oppressed.
Our master's prayers are not hindered by skies.
A prayer for all the oppressed, oh Zaid.
A prayer for all the oppressed, oh Zaid.
The women, our master.
Turkan Khatun hided the news about Sultan Malik-Shah's death.
So her son Mahmoud could succeed.
And she imprisoned her eldest son Berkyaruq.
But his followers freed him from prison.
And the wars started.
And I think Berkyaruq is the most brutal.
Quite like his father.
But the rest of the news...
Muhammad and his brother Sinjar.
Have aligned against him.
And then they reconciled.
And soon another conflict arose between them.
Who is the Abbasid caliph with?
Waiting.
Whoever wins.
Whoever wins.
He will be with him.
But he hates all four of them.
And how is Ibn Al-Hafiz in his castle?
Fully in control.
And as reconciliation occurs.
His castle and all the castles will be in danger.
All the castles.
Except for Alamut, Zakwan.
You are welcomed, Zakwan, in Alamut castle.
Send our regards to Ibn Al-Hafiz.
Get Zakwan to his chamber.
And honor him as a guest.
Is there no barrier between our master and the skies?
Is there no barrier between our master and the skies?
This is not something you should say to strangers or guests, Ibn Sihon.
- Our master, I... - Secrets of the castle can't be revealed.
Not even the castle's most significant secret, Zaid.
My personal matters should not be discussed or hinted at.
Because my status is your secret.
Understood, our master.
And I apologize.
I want you to be silent and keep the secret, Zaid.
Like Barzak Amide.
Why did I run away with you?
Companionship, my brother.
Companionship.
But do you even know me?
wine, conversation and fear of the future gathered us.
Then we're brothers in trouble.
What trouble?
Life.
Life is trouble.
Yes, sir, but I am a poor traditional masseur.
And you are a scholar, philosopher, and a poet.
And you.
You are Omar Khayyam.
You are Omar Khayyam.
are you a masseur?
Yes.
Do know that your job is the greatest?
You are doing what poets, philosophers, and scholars couldn't do.
None of us could clean even one human!
But where are we going?
Do you have anyone in Isfahan to miss?
No father, mother, or wife.
A small water jug, a small donkey, and a loofah.
Your load is light.
And this donkey surely got a rest from you.
So where are we going?
Who is the successor of Hassan Al-Sabbah?
Al-Hussein bin Al-Sabbah?
Or Zaid bin Sihon or Barzak Amide?
Mawlana Al-Hussein, your son, our master.
Surely your son should be the first.
Who said?
Who said?
I was questioned in my solitude.
Who would you choose after you, Hassan?
I feel that all three are my sons, without preference or discrimination.
So I entrusted my choice to God.
To decide among you.
Kadjar!
Where are you going?
None of your business.
Who are you?
I’m Kadjar.
Bring them!
I'm so sorry, Alinar.
From the inspirations of my lord Nizar, peace be upon him, he said.
Ever since the disagreement of Malik-Shah's sons over the rule.
It is a bright time for us and our dawah.
No longer is it a time of hiding and secret dawah.
Isfahan has become a capital without a sultan.
I want the believers to appear openly in Isfahan.
Dawah should be public.
I want all who oppose our dawah to be brutally killed
In the largest squares and streets of Isfahan.
So it serves as a lesson.
I want fear to fill hearts.
But, this may stir the spirit of hatred and revenge among the people for us!
And, instead of being oppressed victims.
We will become despised tyrants!
To be a hated tyrant is a beautiful thing, Zaid.
It emboldens the weak to achieve their desires.
And as people joined us out of sympathy and pity at first,
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