01x17 - The Brotherhood Messages

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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 k*lled 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 k*ll

as many Seljuks as possible.

And to be k*lled and finally rest.

They k*lled the

majority of my tribe.

And I k*lled their most important leader

inside his tent before I even turned 18.

And I k*lled 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 k*ll, to be k*lled 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 k*lled his brother.

It happens.

That the son gets

k*lled 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 k*lling his son!

Even the father k*lling 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 k*lled the son,

not the father.

It was the vanity that k*lled the

son of our prophet, Noah, not his father.

No one k*lled 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 sl*ves 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 k*ll 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 k*ll 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.

Since when does the Sultan's army have

soldiers of such strength and bravery!

These are not soldiers, my lord.

These are a group of

women and girls of shepherds.

You are in the presence

of our lord, Hassan Al-Sabbah.

I know you!

Your spirit is not

unfamiliar to the castle.

And I hear you say for our lord, and my

soul sacrifice to the keyholder of heaven.

Come.

Who are you?

Who are you?

A girl from shepherd's daughters.

What's your name?

Rayhana.

The letters you brought, I

know how you got them.

But the explanations of the

puzzles and the words in them,

Only a very small group

inside the castle know them.

The senior preachers,

companions, and chosen ones.

Who and how did you learn from?

And it seems you are

looking for someone specific!

And it seems you are

looking for someone specific!

I'm looking for someone

who doesn't exist.

You sent him to

hell with your own hand.

Hassan Al-Sabbah sends

the devoted to paradise.

And only the enemies

of the dawah and faith,

- To hell

- And Derbas, my brother.

Is he in paradise?

My mother asks me every

day, and I have no answer.

I would like to

tell you to reassure her.

And tell her that your son

enjoys the bliss of paradise.

But you won't leave here.

You were one of us,

a daughter of our mission.

But the devil took advantage

of your love for your brother.

And made you follow

The path of the arrogant Sultan.

And support his soldiers

over your faith and creed.

My faith is firm.

And my creed is firmer than you.

And I and those with me

neither support the Sultan nor you.

Both are one in oppression.

You have sent my brother, his siblings,

and the children with me to hell.

And he sends his soldiers to

death, to prove he defeated you.

And he sends his soldiers to

death, to prove he defeated you.

To the point that whoever

falls into his hands is slaughtered.

He gets stuffed with straw.

He is burnt and his

ashes put in our mouth.

Blood gives birth to blood, but

not our lord's blood, nor the Sultan's.

But the blood of his shepherds

And his followers

Who taught you?

Our lord.

I taught my brother,

and he taught me.

I taught my brother,

and he taught me.

I am grieved by the death

of a young woman like you.

With your bravery and knowledge.

Your brother was my

son and my beloved.

Both inside and outside the castle.

They know that Hassan

Al-Sabbah could k*ll his son.

For the dawah.

For Hassan Al-Sabbah.

For the truth.

O truth

How many crimes are

committed in your name!

Exactly.

Your words are right, Rehana.

To be thrown

from the castle roof.

I feel the castle's

spirit is anxious.

Difficult days.

I want to speak to the people.

Which people?

All the people.

All the young

believers and preachers.

Sure.

Welcome, loved ones.

You are my family.

And you are my beloved ones.

Kinship is not of clay and blood.

The kinship is of the soul.

You are my soul, and I am yours.

And my soul felt anxiety.

It felt your inside asking

Who is Hassan Al-Sabbah?

And what are we doing

in the castle of Alamut?

Why are we few and

facing the whole world?

And what is the fate?

That's why I had to appear.

And speak to you the

language of soul to soul.

Know this, my children.

That Hassan Al-Sabbah

is a simple Muslim.

He asked our Lord to know

the truth and the reality.

And I pledged to myself a pledge.

That the truth and reality

is above all considerations.

For the sake of truth, Hassan

Al-Sabbah k*lled his son.

Hussein, may God

have mercy upon him.

For the sake of truth,

I whipped my dear friends.

Like Zaid ibn Saihon.

And for the sake of truth,

I sent Barzak to his death.

I am amongst you and from you.

I have no purpose in

this world except the truth.

And the most important question.

Why is the key to heaven

with Hassan Al-Sabbah?

Because the key to Heaven is

with the servant of truth alone.

Because the key to Heaven is

with the servant of truth alone.

Every one of you is

Hassan Al-Sabbah.

Because my soul

is connected to yours.

And my soul would die for you.

- Allah Allah

- Allah Allah

- Allah Allah

- Allah Allah

The history itself

is now witnessing us

As we lay siege to Iblis's castle

Any shepherd

Or Bedouin, or any

creature passing through

the land between

us and Almut castle

Gets k*lled

Him, his horse, and his flock

I want Almut castle

to be engulfed with hellfire

And the ones in it

Either dead

Or burned corpses if they

even think about leaving

And every rebel

head inside the castle

Will come to me here

I'll pay a hundred gold Dinars

to the one who beheads it

And I don't want

anyone to sleep now

Everyone get ready

- Allahu Akbar

- Allahu Akbar

- Allahu Akbar

- Allahu Akbar

- Allahu Akbar

- Allahu Akbar

- Allahu Akbar

- Allahu Akbar

- Allahu Akbar

- Allahu Akbar

What's that over there?

That is the Seljuks' camp.

Seljuks! Long

live Sultan Berkyaruq!

Lower your voice!

Commander Dawud,

We found these two

loitering around the camp

Both that simply you ignorant!

One of them is a poet from the best poets

in the world, not only a poet, but also

A poet, a scholar, and a jurist

And so much more

Thank you so much

for your words and welcome

Thank you so much

for your words and welcome

And certainly, by his side

a great personality like him

- I, my lord

- Of course of course

This is Sahban

One of the major

astronomers and a philosopher

He has cleansed many minds

and scrubbed off their filth

Enough

One could say a mind purifier

Mind purifier, a nice expression

An idiomatic expression,

Commander Maulana

But this path is very

dangerous and rugged

As if you came from Almut Castle

Only God saved us

from passing by it

Only God saved us

from passing by it

When the shepherds alerted us to it

I saw it from a distance like a mad, devil

spreading out his ego shadow to the sky

We ran away as fast

as possible of course

We found ourselves here, thank God,

in the camp of Sultan Berkyaruq's army

God is merciful.

Thank God for your safety, and

of course, welcome to our camp

Please come in

If the camp wouldn't move in the morning

to attack the dissenter Hassan Al-Sabbah..

I'd have offered you the

hospitality you deserve

Hospitality? My lord, the best thing you

could do is get rid of that madman.

He sits in the castle torturing and

k*lling, won't you say something, Omar?

He k*lled his own son, my lord.

Who does he think he is!

Even the scholar sahban

have seen Hassan Sabbah.

It's a metaphor, my lord.

Continue, our scholar Sahban.

It seems

Our leader, didn't pay any

Didn't pay any

attention to Sahban.

I don't understand.

The words spoken by Sahban are the

words of the shepherds by the castle.

They told us many legends; most of

them are lies that are easily debunked.

They told us many legends; most of

them are lies that are easily debunked.

Few of them are true.

And Sahban

Sadly, Sahban mixes what

he hears with what he sees.

This is a high rank

in science, wherein

A scientist arrives after

embarking on extensive learning.

He cannot differentiate

between hearing and seeing.

Between reality and imagination.

That aside

You are our guests.

Please, head to the tent.

Come with me.

What will this man do

to us in the tent?

The most important thing is not to

let the siege distract us from our mission

We received a pigeon message about

the death of Badr El-Din Al-Jamali.

By a plot from Ibn Al-Mustali.

Who said that?

The news that arrived.

It didn't happen!

Those who k*lled the believers by the

order of our lord Nizar, peace be upon him

I am the one who sent them myself

to k*ll him in the world of the hidden.

The pigeon will fly from

our holy castle with the news.

The followers of Hassan Al-Sabbah are

the ones who k*lled Badr El-Din Al-Jamali.

The followers of Hassan Al-Sabbah are

the ones who k*lled Badr El-Din Al-Jamali.

In retaliation for Imam

Nizar, peace be upon him.

Your orders, my lord.

We don't create myths and legends.

We teach people facts.

Their limited minds

can't reach, Zaid.

Hasan Al-Sabbah kills in both

apparant and hidden, brother.

Because my mission is to deliver

the souls of the disbelievers to hell.

And deliver the believers

the keys to heaven.

You brought us to

ruin, bathroom attendant.

Yes, my tongue slipped.

We need to cut it!

Alright alright, just

tell me calmly.

- What should I do?

- Play the fool.

Our only chance of survival is for

you to act the fool, got it?

Why am I playing the fool then?

They all hate Hassan Al-Sabbah

It's in everyone's best

interest that he faces ruin

But not by my hand, Sahban

Not by me nor my words

I won't stoop to his level k*lling friends

or hand a dagger to someone to do it

I won't stoop to his level k*lling friends

or hand a dagger to someone to do it

How do you still love him?

I cherish the

memories I had with him

The days of youth,

the best days of life

Even if he stabs me,

I won't forget them

- The commander

- Play the fool

Rest, rest, please

Huh?

Continue, Sahban

How's the situation

at AlMut Fortress

and Hassan Al-Sabbah?

and Hassan Al-Sabbah?

What did the shepherds tell you?

Hassan Al-Sabbah

His tale is strange

Whose tale?

Al-Sabbah's

Well, each one of them

Has a tale

Three meters long

And big black wings

As soon as I saw him he flew

So, I got scared

So, I got scared

What's wrong?

- He is

- Not a fool

But when knowledge increases

It can overwhelm

Anyway, you all need to rest

Abdullah

Guide the guests to rest

Stay by the entrance of their

tent in case they need anything

Our master, the siege

will continue for days

And that is not in the

interest of the castle

The siege of Berkyaruq, if

it lasts a thousand years.

There will be neither

a victor nor a defeated

And faith will remain our

weapon that tips the balance

We are a fortress with revolutionaries,

and they are a regular army

What we endure in a year,

they would in many years

It's not about faith, Barzak

However the clever mind

Is a part of faith, Zaid

There will always be competition

and envy among brothers

Regardless of the apparent

friendliness and purity

It’s the story of life since

the time of Joseph's brothers

They reconciled eventually

The patient one always wins, Barzak

And wars aren't just

fought on battlefields

There are bigger wars in the sky

In the sky!

The correspondences

carried by homing pigeons

And the secrets

contained in those letters

And the secrets

contained in those letters

Will be our salvation

The messages' paths in the sky

Will be under our arrow's aim.

Know, Sanjar, that Berkyaruq

is busy with Almot's castle.

Hassan Al-Sabbah and the road

to Isfahan could be expensive.

When Al-Sabbah's resistance to

the Sultan's army prolongs.

And an indication is

worth a thousand words.

My brother, Mohamed.

We received your message

and understood the signal.

I'm with you.

Until the siege time when our brother's

soldiers boredom has reached its limit.

Then, not only

the road to Isfahan

Will be empty.

But the road to the

soldiers' souls who are bored

and longing for their

homes is the greater gain.

and longing for their

homes is the greater gain.

We'll gain an entire army ready

to break the siege at any cost.

I don't know how Hassan Al-Sabbah

got hold of the sealed letters' course?!

Even my letters to them

for surrender and sending

compulsory reinforcements

have reached them.

Well, my lord, how shall

we act in the castle's siege?

Write what I'll order.

And my message shall reach

the army besieging Hassan Al-Sabbah.

In a knight's hand before dawn.

In a knight's hand!

Dove's wings are no

longer safe, Taj Al-Din.

There are demons in

the sky that outrun pigeons.

My commander, may God

reward you for our Sultan.

To the army

under Sultan Berkyaruq,

Return to the country immediately

upon receiving the royal message.

What does this mean?

The higher orders have

been made for implementation.

And the justifications are

related to the royal court.

Obedience to the

Sultan is mandatory.

And us?

And us?

What about waiting, shipping, and

the blood boiling in our veins?

Commander Dawood,

say only one thing to cool

us down, what's

happening is unbelievable.

All I can tell you is that you

might put yourself to death.

Not complying with

orders is treason.

Then I have the

honor to be a traitor.

Soliman!

Yahya, Soliman, and Tayfur.

They are esoterics traitors!

Catch them.

Catch the traitors

Catch them

Traitors!

Commander Dawood, I have a plan.

I'll enter the castle as a traitor.

I'll enter the castle as a traitor.

Traitors!

Esoteric among you and a traitor.

And I enter the castle

pleading for help.

If I declare your treachery

You might die from us

before entering the castle.

That's my problem.

Please.

I want a real pursuit

from our soldiers.

And try to k*ll me.

Really! Try to k*ll me genuinely!

Surely Hassan Al-Sabbah

has traitors among us.

Get out, announce to the

remaining that I'm a traitor.

- Consider us two traitors?

- No.

- I want to be alone.

- Three!

Brothers till death.

We've gotten far off.