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The brothers' thirst for power
made Al-Sabbah becomes more brutal
It's no longer time for hiding and calling for dawah in secret.
and dives into the streets of Isfahan
It's a golden opportunity, when Malik-Shah's sons are at odds
an opportunity that would allow people to serve the powerful giant
that has emerged in Isfahan.
They even began to openly roam the streets
fear filled the hearts from Al-Sabbah
Everyone who opposes our dawah must be killed in the most horrific ways.
For the sake of the soul and greatness of Malik-Shah
I extend my hand in peace.
However, the reconciliation occurs among the sons of Malik-Shah
However, the reconciliation occurs among the sons of Malik-Shah
Long live Sultan Berkyaruq.
Long live Sultan Berkyaruq.
So that Berkyaruq can be the Sultan the Seljuk state
Berkyaruq is strong
-Fierce. -800 individuals did this in Isfahan!
Oh, my lord, people are afraid.
He lacked the wisdom of Malik-Shah
and didn't have a minister as cunning as Nizam Al-Mulk
Gather the elders of Isfahan to me.
-As you command, my lord. -He chose to assert control over sultanate
and so he did
Berkyaruq
performed the grandest massacre on Hassan Al-Sabbah's followers
a massacre that will cause chaos in Alamut
Berkyaruq
killed 800 from the Esoterics
in one night.
"Episode 14" "Ascetic in Jerusalem"
It's a sad day in the history of our dawah
mourning at the castle for three days
I want the children of the 800 who were killed
I want the children of the 800 who were killed
to be here in the castle by any means
and to give them food, beverage, clothing and weapon
a mourning ceremony should be conducted immediately upon their arrival
a mourning ceremony they will never forget
and every week after they finish their training
they should sit and the story should be retold in front of them again
that the disbelievers and wicked people of Isfahan
killed 800 of the noblest people on earth
I want the spirit of vengeance to forever haunt the memories of every child
of the martyrs' offspring.
Long live
the Sultan
the Sultan
-Berkyaruq! -The best news.
We are one army again
I've had lost hope.
But I never lost hope
every passing minute, I feel like everything will return
every person I lost, I will see again one day
my father and my mother.
Nourhan.
Your father and mother are in heaven, Yahya.
only the lord knows Nourhan's fate
I see her face every night
it's as if my dreams are mortgaged just to meet her
to the point where I rush my sleep just to see her in my dream
as if there is an appointment between us in my dreams.
This is torture, Yahya.
It’s better if you forget her.
Who can forget his own soul, Suleiman?
Eat up, everyone. Eat.
Eat up, everyone. Eat.
Omar Khayyam
Aren't you going to tell me anything new today?
Actually, I was planning on excusing myself from the court
so, I could finish constructing the observatory you requested
Later, later.
Later, later.
The observatory can wait.
Tell me something amusing.
-A poem? -No.
I don't want poetry.
Poetry requires relaxation
and focus on visual imagery and verbal suggestions.
I want a story
a joke
a pun.
A pun.
Or an extraordinary tale.
I will tell you a funny tale.
-There were three friends. -Yeah.
-There were three friends. -Yeah.
They pledged that whoever reaches a position or influence
will help the other two
one of them attained power
he gathered the other two and gave each of them a position
all three of them reached a good position.
one of them betrayed his benefactor and fled
and the other kept trying to get even with him but couldn’t.
Why?
Because the one who fled was crazier
Because the one who fled was crazier
he managed to kill his friend before his friend could kill him
because life always favors the mad.
What about the third one?
The third one
The third one couldn’t bear being the friend of both the killer and the victim
so he fled
to a foreign country to work as a clown and jester.
A clown, a clown.
A clown and a jester.
A clown and a jester.
My Lord.
Have you chosen someone suitable?
-Mansour. -Excellent.
The target this time is dangerous and different.
Who do you think is currently our biggest threat, Zaid?
A lot
the Sultan and his brothers
the Abbasids and the Crusaders
even the Fatimid, followers of Al-Musta'li
our enemies are plenty, praise be to God.
These are all traditional enemies
The most dangerous enemy is the enemy of your thought
The most dangerous enemy is the enemy of your thought
the enemy of your approach
the enemy of the true meaning of your existence
Abu Hamid al-Ghazali.
But he has left Isfahan
-and quit teaching in Nezamiyeh schools. -I know
he is now in Jerusalem seeking the truth
-I know -Okay
-so his influence is less. -On the contrary
Abu Hamid al-Ghazali is my most dangerous enemy on earth right now
because he has both knowledge and proof
because he has both knowledge and proof
and he's not too old
his escape from Isfahan and his asceticism of everything
means he will become the big idea
that could threaten the existence and dawah of Hassan Al-Sabbah
the chosen one shall enjoy and bestow my vision
to kill Abu Hamid al-Ghazali
before he completes his thought.
I love you! I love you!
I love you!
There's still the best to come
Our master.
The dream of Heaven is much less than Heaven itself
Al-Aqsa Mosque
You'll go there and find a man dressed in simple clothes, hiding
his name is Abu Hamid al-Ghazali
go there pretending to be a Sufi worshiper
go there pretending to be a Sufi worshiper
the moment he turns to you and pays attention
your dagger should be in his chest.
You will be killed
as your soul leaves your body
You will find me waiting for you at the gates of Heaven.
What's the price of a piece of bread and water for a passerby?
The price is what you can afford.
Where are you heading?
To Jerusalem.
Oh, you have a long journey ahead
you seem to have come from the path of the mountain sheikh
Who's this mountain sheikh?
Does anyone not know the mountain sheikh, Hassan Al-Sabbah?
Yeah, I've heard about him.
I too have heard, but never seen him
I deal with lady Alinar.
Is Alinar his wife?
Alinar was a slave-girl of the greatest rulers of the Levant
he bought and liberated her
she's now in charge of his palace's slave-girls
every now and then, slave-traders come and sell them slave-girls
and I am the mediator.
and I am the mediator.
I make some money out of it, he's a generous man, Hassan Al-Sabbah.
I heard he's an ascetic.
There is no man who doesn't love women
But certainly, Hassan has a secret and I'll find out.
I found this pigeon
on our rooftop.
and this message was on its leg.
In the name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful
from the palace and prison of Al-Sabbah
to my friend and lifelong companion.
Omar Khayyam
We learned of your departure from Isfahan to Merv
We learned of your departure from Isfahan to Merv
this is a different time, Omar
there is no suitable place for you except Alamut Castle
come to us, you will find safety and comfort
here no one can threaten you
I know you love freedom like birds
but the friend misses his friend
I am here a king in my prison
nothing would amuse me but having a conversation with the free, mad poet
Think about it, it displeases me that my crazy friend
to be a prisoner in a Sultan's court just to make him laugh.
to be a prisoner in a Sultan's court just to make him laugh.
Come to us.
I possess the world of our dreams
I only lack your company and your opinion.
What's the end of your journey, Omar?
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