01x14 - Ascetic in Jerusalem

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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 k*lled 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 m*ssacre

on Hassan Al-Sabbah's followers

a m*ssacre that will cause chaos in Alamut

Berkyaruq

k*lled 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 k*lled

I want the children

of the 800 who were k*lled

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

k*lled 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 t*rture, 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 k*ll his friend

before his friend could k*ll 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 k*ller 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 k*ll 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 k*lled

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 sl*ve-girl of

the greatest rulers of the Levant

he bought and liberated her

she's now in charge

of his palace's sl*ve-girls

every now and then, sl*ve-traders

come and sell them sl*ve-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?

Jester?

Or dead person?

Or lonely?

The important thing now is

What will we do with the pigeon?

The pigeon should be grilled

and the message should be burned.

The pigeon should be grilled

and the message should be burned.

Omar Khayyam should

think about the trap of life

in which his parent implicated him into.

Open the door!

Hussein.

I missed you. I missed you my love.

I missed you. I missed you my love.

You too, my mom.

-Thank God.

-How are you, Hady?

I missed you.

Have you seen Khadija?

-Is this Khadija?

-Yes.

-How are you?

-Thank God.

I'm happy that you could come

and pass all the dangers alone

from your castle to Alamut castle.

I had to see my mom and my siblings.

I had to see my mom and my siblings.

Your mother, your siblings and your father

You look older, father,

in these few past years.

You've grown up too.

And it's time for you to be a hero.

Hassan.

My son will neither be

a chosen nor a guerrilla.

Is it possible?

‫The son of the preacher, the

grand imam, Hassan Al-Sabbah,

Won't be a role model?!

Will he get the honor to be part

of those chosen and promised؟!

Will he get the honor to be part

of those chosen and promised؟!

‫If that's the case, he should

go back where he belongs.

‫I've seen you and I have ensured

your safety, my dear. Come back.

‫It's me who decides if

he should return or not.

‫I think the years I

spent away from you

allowed me to become a

man and make decisions.

‫I will actually

return to my fortress

‫But not because I am afraid of

being a chosen one or a guerrilla,

On the contrary,

‫I am a preacher, imam, and a sign.

Like you.

‫It is my role to

choose the people,

‫Of course, until the

appointed time comes and

I am ready to take the

place of our Lord,

‫Imam Hassan Al-Sabbah

‫The one who holds

the key to heaven.

My inheritance is inspired by God

‫And I will decide who's gonna take Hassan

Al-Sabbah's place when God tells me so.

‫Relax and enjoy your time

with your mother and siblings.

‫And tell when you plan to leave

so I can ensure your safe return.

Don't worry, father,

‫I know how to take care of myself

‫.Just as I came, I will return

‫Thank God for your

safe return, my dear.

‫?Why don't you go to the Castle of Death

‫For your information

‫It is the safest

place for you now.

‫Why is it the

safest place for me, Suhban?

‫In this time we live in

‫Safety is not found with

a caliph, sultan, or minister.

‫Safety is not found with

a caliph, sultan, or minister.

‫Safety is with those who

k*ll and are well fortified,

‫.And your friend is no easy target

‫No one is capable

of destroying his castle.

Take my advice,

‫Protection from a robber

‫Is better than protection

from a mad sultan.

Bathroom attendant is tired of the sultan's

ridiculous job and want to escape,

‫But the poet finds

no courage or wings.

‫I bet a single day of hard work

beats a hundred days in this house.

‫Why don't you have a

girlfriend, wife, or concubine?

‫Why don't you have a

girlfriend, wife, or concubine?

I used to.

The heart beats three times, but

T‫hey are meaningful ones

‫.And the rest are echoes

‫What are the three

meaningful ones, Suhban?

‫The day we are born

‫The day we fall in love

And the day we die.

And this is the last one.

‫You are right

‫,Birth

‫.Love, and death

‫.Love, and death

‫Just so you know

I wasn't always only

a bathroom attendant.

- I was a king in Isfahan.

- A king?

Tell me more.

Tell me the story of the

bathroom attendant king.

I had a day in the week,

where I lived like a king.

The rest of the week,

I ate less, drank less,

and saved.

Then, on Thursday,

I would get food and drink

with all the money I had.

And I would eat,

get drunk, dance, and sing

Until I fell asleep.

Beautiful, O' Sahban

Beautiful, O' Sahban

You managed to steal

a day from time.

You stole what stole all of us.

One night,

I went out to get food and drinks.

- I found her.

- A jinn?

No.

A sl*ve girl.

Dinar.

Her face was as

bright as the full moon,

and her body was fire.

And you bought her?

With all that I had.

With all that I had.

And I left.

- And there was neither food nor drink.

- Doesn't matter.

I thought, just a week,

and I'll be a king again.

But beauty does

not wait for anyone.

Fortune turned against me,

The bathroom was as if abandoned,

And she endured.

She endured one day,

And the next,

And the next,

On the third, she said, Free

me for the sake of God,

Sell me for any price,

I don't want a bathroom

attendant who wants to be a king,

I want a man,

To cherish his days with me.

You sold her?

And sold my heart along with her.

My Lord, the Sultan calls for you.

We have become sl*ves too.

And I wish we knew

how to free ourselves.

I have a silly insomnia,

That doesn't let me sleep,

I called my minister and asked

him to tell me exciting news

Or a thrilling story to help me sleep.

He told me the hottest

news in the kingdom right now

Is the anger of the scholars

Is the anger of the scholars

At Omar Khayyam.

I said, What?

Omar Khayyam?

My guest and friend,

And source of inspiration?

He said Yes.

I asked him, What's

the accusation?

He replied,

They are saying that you

Are an atheist,

A heretic,

And a drunkard.

I'm not drunk here in front of our lord,

and I've never said I was an atheist.

You all argue every day for a month

And the one who

beats the other

Will be the winner.

And I will issue my orders

To k*ll the loser.

It's too long a time, my lord

Too long for whom?

For the world

For an existence that loses a month just

to know the intent of Omar Khayyam

Alright, let's make it a week

And may my lord

allow me just one day

So I can prepare

myself for the discussion

And finish building

the observatory.

What? A day?

And what am I

supposed to do that day?

Who would make me laugh?

- Who will entertain me?

- Just a day, my lord

- Who will entertain me?

- Just a day, my lord

A day

You will find plenty

of things to entertain you.

Alright

Take your day, Omar Khayyam.

My sons, oh Hassan.

- What about them?

- They have nothing to do with your plans!

If God wills it, they

are to be my sons

Should I defy God's plan?

So, let them learn horsemanship,

leadership, and wisdom

But to die and be k*lled, no.

Do you accept that the

faithful say in the fortress that

That Hassan Al-Sabbah sacrificed

his sons for the honor of martyrdom

Hassan Al-Sabbah sent the youth to their

deaths while keeping his sons by his side

You are k*lling the idea itself.

They have another

role, just like yours

How are they going to

rule after you if they're k*lled?

Why?

Why?

If I have to perform a mission,

do you think I wouldn't?

Meaning, if it's necessary, I

would descend from the castle

I will k*ll and be k*lled

Of course, I would do that.

Who will bring you

to heaven if you're k*lled?

Aren't you the key-bearer?

Who will lead you to it?

Is it right for Hassan

Al-Sabbah's wife to mock him?

It's not a mockery

You are the son of

your dream, as you wish

And I will be the

first to tell the faithful

That I believe in the message of our

lord, the bearer of the key to the heavens

I am ready to k*ll and be k*lled

And I'll await for you to take

me up to heaven with your hands

But my sons, Hassan,

No.

You do not believe.

You will believe as long

as you don't k*ll my sons.

Don't let your dream k*ll mine.

Or is the dream of paradise,

O holder of the key

Only for men or what?

No, of course not.

There's also a dream

of hell, oh Donia Zad

There's also a dream

of hell, oh Donia Zad

For the believer and the

believer who doubts their faith.

I feel our master is

not in a better state.

Our master doesn't have a state.

I understand.

But we are in a fortified castle

Our victories have reached

the boundaries of legends

The whole world is calculating every

move for the castle of death

How could he not be happy!

There's no happiness

for an ambitious man.

Yes, but to where?

Ambitious to where?

- Do you not believe who is our master?

- God forbid.

- Do you not believe who is our master?

- God forbid.

I know he's the modest and pious

The argumentative preacher

The key holder of paradise,

receiving directly from the Imam.

And more

Because every day

his ambition grows.

What he has is not ambition

It's something divine.

- Divine!

- So what?

Do you doubt our master?

No, of course not.

No, of course not.

Our master is definitely different

from the rest of us

An extraordinary individual indeed.

But whether it's divine or not

I can't be sure.

Between him and heaven

is an open door

But still it's strange

Sometimes he speaks out

Acts and doings

Contrary to the usual and the religion?

Yes.

And this increases my confusion

And the strange thing is

It increased my veneration

and reverence for him.

You're lucky with

your faith, Barzak

- And you?

- I am Zaid Ibn Sihon.

Once in sanity

And once in madness.

Once in sanity, once in madness

Once in sanity, once in madness

Come, Barzak.

I was just thinking

of the Castle of Death

I was just thinking

of the Castle of Death

- What about it, my master?

- Elevated much above the ground

Reminds me of the prophets who

were raised to the high heavens.

Yes, my master,

like Enoch and Christ.

So, here there is no death

And if it happened

Then Hassan Al-Sabbah too was

elevated to the high heavens.

What concerns you?

I didn't want to tell

you news like this.

But

But

Zaid Ibn Sihon.

Spends a lot of time in his room

Unfortunately, he's taken a large

portion of the Paradise plant

And uses it excessively.

Poor Ibn Sihon.

Barzak and two clerics we trust

Are discussing and making

their judgement in my presence.

Could we just get

through this week?

You thought it was just a week

Man's mood can change,

and your neck goes flying.

Where are we going now?

That's a great question,

Bathroom attendant .

So where's the answer now?

Zaid, you dealt

with the Paradise plant

Yes.

Knowing it's prohibited

Except for specific purposes

Which is the chosen ones

entering the Paradise dream.

I know.

What's the clerics' judgment?

After close examination

and consultation

And reviewing the evidence

It is confirmed as a drug that

suppresses ambition, therefore

It has the same effects as alcohol

It has the same effects as alcohol

Intoxication and loss of conscious.

Therefore, we believe that

flogging is the punishment

Based on the punishment

for drinking alcohol.

The decision goes to our

master, Imam Hassan Al-Sabbah

If he wants, he can punish.

Or if he wants, he can forgive.

We do not have

any form of comparison

We judge based on

what's constituted upon us

And because Zaid Ibn Sihon is

a close friend, an ally, a support

I pronounce on him 200 lashes

Without mercy

Hopefully, the lashes will bring

back the light to his heart

Which was there because

of his obedience to us

It's in your hands, Barzak

Flog our beloved Zaid

ibn Sihon without mercy.

The same wounds that I showed you From

the torment of the oppressors long ago.

The same wounds that I showed you From

the torment of the oppressors long ago.

Zaid ibn Sihon

A long journey

That started when

you were a hunchback

hiding Running from

the oppressive infidels

And it's still continuing

I'm asking you

In this moment,

do you hate Hassan Al-Sabbah?

Be careful

Because when I upset you, your

heart should maintain The same love

Because when I upset you, your

heart should maintain The same love

That made you happy

Sometimes proximity

comes through trials, Zaid.

I might have tested

you to test your love

Could it be Zaid's heart

Closer to me than Barzak Amide's hand

The more your love for

me increases, despite all trials

The closer you are

And you still get closer to me

Until you become me

So when the Hassan Al-Sabbah disappears

Or it elevates far

from the earthly world

Or it elevates far

from the earthly world

You are Hassan Al-Sabbah, oh Zaid.