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It's just one faith.

One faith in what?

In Hassan Al-Sabbah.

Hassan believes his cause is noble.

Anything to justify its existence.

Hassan is a man of opportunity.

Whatever it may be.

Welcome, dear ones.

This is heaven for the loved
ones and hell for enemies.

Here lies the throne of
the new state we all serve.

Hassan took over the Fortress of Alamut.

This is the new kingdom.

And turned it into a formidable fort.

No one can reach it.

Retreat!

Within are the chosen and warriors.

They do not fear death or pain.

For our master's sake!

The Fortress of Alamut.

Heaven for Sabbah and
a graveyard for his followers.

I will sentence him to two hundred lashes.

Without mercy.

Conflict, fear, and anxiety the fortress
and Sabbah’s followers have caused.

Has been transferred within.

The spirit of the fortress
began to unsettle.

EPISODE 15: SON OF HASSAN AL-SABBAH

On the surface, you
seem to be a poor cleaner.

Inside, I am faced with a great scholar.

Combining truth, law, and beauty
of the apparent and the hidden.

May God protect you!

It seems that,

your assumption of me is lofty.

But I am merely one of the common folk.

Perhaps even less.

I feel drawn to your knowledge!

Something compels me
to get closer to your light.

Look, my son,

excessive praise is disapproval.

Our master Ali, may
God be pleased with him,

Once sat in a council.

Somebody lavished him with praise.

But had a wicked interior.

Our master Ali, may God honour him,

said:

"I am less than what you say
and more than what you think."

You seem

to hold a dagger.

Wanting to kill me with it.

And scream among people, declaring, I
killed Abu Hamid Al-Ghazali, the infidel!

No one, my son, holds the keys to paradise
except the one who created paradise.

You,

seem to walk while you are sleeping.

I will go pray.

How?

How will you pray
while you are infatuated?

How will you prostrate to your God

and your heart
and mind are filled with infatuation?

It is easier for me that
you kill me with your dagger.

Than to see a young Muslim

fall into temptation.

You surely see and hear from a Jinn.

He is the one who guides
you and leads you astray.

If you are scared
because the mosque is crowded

and you won't be able to kill me.

After the mosque is emptied

I will wait for you.

But I promise you,

just like the one who promised you

paradise and houris.

I promise you Hell.

Not because you killed
Abu Hamid Al-Ghazali, no.

But because you have
sold your soul and heart

to something other than God.

Like a passer-by

who killed the one that sheltered him.

God is greater.

God is greater.

O, our master.

Mansour, the chosen one, failed
in killing Abu Hamid Al-Ghazali.

Our master knows the unseen.

No.

But I know how to read your face, Barzak.

When you're hesitant to deliver bad news.

He actually failed to kill him.

And has become his
follower and disciple too.

An amazing man.

Anyway, I also had
that possibility in mind

and I knew the reason.

What's the reason, master?

Our Paradise dream is
missing something very important.

Praise be to God,

God inspired me with it.

What is it missing?

The dream of Paradise is
missing the music of Paradise.

But...

Music and instruments are forbidden!

Forbidden in this world only,

not in Paradise.

There is no halal and haram
in the dream of Paradise.

I want the best musical
instruments From all over the world

and the most skillful musicians.

I want them to work until
they reach extraordinary music.

The music of Paradise.

The melody and the Maqam should be
different From all accepted musical Maqams

or even heard by the ear before.

Different music

a different music

heavenly music, O Barzak.

How long are we going
to keep going like this?

Patience, Sahban.

Life is a series of risks and
all You have in it is patience.

Alright,

But where are we going?

We're going to our destined fate!

The poet and the masseur are
puppets in the hand of destiny.

And since death is the only end

we must continue this
journey until we reach death.

I don't understand anything.

And I don't want to
know where we are going.

What about the thirst?

I have remnants from
an old lifetime friend.

Wine!

But wine doesn't quench thirst.

It just makes you forget it.

Do you have something
to forget about hunger too?

I'm hungry.

Well, our master.

What's the fate of the one who
failed to kill Abu Hamed Al Ghazali?

His fate is known.

Death and fires of hell.

Death by whom?

A new chosen one,

a more faithful chosen one.

Will he kill him and Abu Hamid Al-Ghazali?

No.

Not Abu Hamid Al-Ghazali.

Killing his follower is most important

because he may reveal secrets of
the fortress which is not wanted.

As for Abu Hamid Al-Ghazali,
that will need more thought

I'm not ready for that now.

Most important thing is
killing the non-believer, Mansour.

And as quickly as possible.

But Mansour knows our ways.

And any one who approaches him the
same way will be dealt with cautiously.

And who said that the
chosen one this time is young!

The chosen one this time
is one closest to my heart.

The one who will go to kill Mansour
and come back without a single wound

Barzak Amide!

How did you recognise me?

God has spoken the truth.

I didn't.

I saw you from behind a veil.

There were two

one kind, and the other obsessed.

I ignored the obsessed one

and talked to the kind one with my heart.

He responded.

And won over the obsessed one.

It's not just you.

Me also.

Inside me the kind one

and the obsessed one.

You too!

And there's a big war every moment

between the two.

But I try to let the kind one
win over the obsessed one.

And what's the difference between
you and Hassan Al-Sabbah?

He also sees
and predicts things happening.

His eyes have magic! I saw it myself.

Even if you saw Hassan Al-Sabbah flying,

or walking on water,

or speaking to the wind.

Assess him within the
framework of the Sharia.

If he contradicts the Sharia

he's an illusion.

Even Imam Ghazali before you,

if he contradicts the Sharia

he too is an illusion and a devil.

But he doesn't contradict

he tells us that he
hears from the heavens!

And takes orders
from our master, the Imam.

Not to mention that he alone
possesses the key to Paradise.

I seek forgiveness from Allah
the Almighty for every great sin.

The revelation has ceased.

Ever since it came down
upon the last Prophet.

The infallible.

Mohammed, peace and blessings be upon him.

And he does not hold the keys to Paradise,

except for the one who created it.

Let me be at your service.

Let's be of service to each other.

Let's aid each other.

In the piety of God.

Begin in the name of God.

We have called for you, even
though you have not heard.

Forgiveness has its limits.

Since I have forgiven you once,

this means your chances
for forgiveness have run out.

Alinar has permission from our master

to kill anyone

who says "no" to her.

Or anyone who spoils the dream of Paradise

without any chance for return.

But you're different.

You have personality and you have flavor.

And that's what I've been searching for.

In the dream of Paradise,

The Chosen one must see a woman

to reside in his imagination
for the remaining time of his life.

And the biggest thing in pleasure,

is for a man to feel that he has
got something different.

A woman

unlike any other woman.

But I won't be able to be
a part of the dream of Paradise.

You're either here to
accomplish the required,

or to die.

There's no third option, darling.

My master.

Do you know why I
chose you for this mission?

No, my master.

But I am your servant
and in your obedience.

I heard a voice in my
solitude saying, oh Hassan.

We have known that the closest
person to your heart is Barzak Amide.

And for him to be worthy of your love.

And gain your place and your position.

He must risk his life
and perform a great task.

Is that why you chose me?

Yes.

Because after you return, you'll
be in a completely different position.

A position that the
nearest people will envy.

Envy me?

Poor Ibn Syhoon.

Jealousy is a trap, Barzak.

Beware of him and treat him as a brother.

But be aware of the brother
who can kill his own brother.

Like Cain and Abel.

Now I'm going out fully
enthusiastic, my master.

It's not you who's going to travel.

The spirit of Hassan Al-Sabbahshall

will replace you
as soon as you leave the castle

and until you return to us.

Youssef,

Didn't I issue my commands?

Didn't I say to cut off the
path for the Seljuq soldiers?

Yes, my Lord.

But Nuri Zaan refused,

he said that these
things concern him alone.

I am Hussein, son of Hassan Al-Sabbah

and my word goes for all!

The young boy, son of Hassan Al-Sabbah.

Why is his voice so loud?

I am not a boy.

I'm the son of Hassan
Al-Sabbah, your master and lord.

Among Hassan Al-Sabbah's morals

he is wise,

and patient.

And his voice,

is soft.

Unlike me,

I'm loud and tough,

and I don't like disobedience.

You are here under
our protection, Hussein.

And those under protection must behave.

You are the one who needs to
behave and show compliance.

You know that our lord Hassan Al-Sabbah

has given me
the authority to discipline you!

Up to imprisonment if necessary.

You imprison me?

Chain him, Abdullah,

and send him to his father like a slave.

You are insane!

I had hoped you'd be
more like your father.

Chain him.

I am better than my father.

Stand back!

I said stand back!

Stand back!

Stand back!

Today is a festive day in Alamut Castle.

As my lifelong friend and beloved
Omar Khayyam has arrived.

I miss your days, Hassan.

I can't believe it.

Our master Hassan Al-Sabbah!

That's Sahban,

a poet, scholar, and philosopher.

Or a masseur.

Wow,

wow, time flies!

As if we were just boys
making promises yesterday.

Promises that went away

and the three friends became two.

And here I am, a guest of the
killer and absent of the killed.

There was no choice but
to kill him, Omar, I swear.

He was his own enemy

and he started the evil.

Let's not remember the past
because its beauty is that it's gone.

It's gone with its good and bad.

And digging into it will
stir the evils of the soul.

How did you feel when
you entered Alamut Castle?

Like I'm in the world of the Barzakh.

A place that has no connection
to this world or the hereafter.

Hassan Al-Sabbah is king in
a world that doesn't exist.

You could say that you
are in the future, Omar.

Whereas the Abbasids,
Fatimids, and Seljuks

are still in the past.

You could say that here is a
miniature version of the world.

Why are you doing this, Hassan?

The world lacks justice.

And justice needs power.

Unfortunately, the power in this
time is in the hands of the oppressors.

So I decided to create a place, a
kingdom where I kill the oppressors

without any war.

Without war, how?

We don’t have the armies,
weapons, and money they have.

Omar, I am not
capable of battling a state.

But with intellect and revenge,
I can bring a state down.

Our master.

Your face carries bad news.

Your son, Hussien, has
killed preacher Nuri Zaan.

Bring him in chains like a slave.

And as soon as possible, Zaid.

Hey, lestin!

I'm not comfortable with
this place nor your friend.

This is not the Hassan Al-Sabbah

and as if I don’t know him.

Then who is he?

He is someone who
sees himself above others.

I see!

Look, Omar.

I need to tell you something frankly.

Your bring me bad luck.

Since I met you I leave one
trouble to enter into another.

I want to go back to my hammam.

It is not easy.

No one can bring back a
single moment that passed.

Who are you talking to?

Have you relapsed into delirium?

What delirium?

- Can you go back to yesterday?
- No.

I cannot.

But I'm not comfortable here, Omar.

Neither am I comfortable
with your company.

Why?

Look, Omar, I am an ordinary man.

I like to drink wine, I like the female
companionship, I like eating a lot.

But to say poetry with
blasphemous words and such...

and my friend is crazy,
killing people! No thanks.

- There is no blasphemy or anything.
- No!

Yes, there is.

There is blasphemy and words about
our Lord that are incorrect, forbidden.

If you understand and follow
the meaning, you will feel relieved.

I don't want to.

I don't want to follow the meaning,
nor do I want to follow you.

And when I sit with you, don't say this.

Okay.

What...

What will Hassan Al-Sabbah do to his son?

Hassan Al Sabbah

has a mind like a
forest filled with beasts

you'll never know which beast will rule.

But he's still his son.

Al-Hussein, my son?

He killed?

Yes.

You're the cause.

It's you who banished and alienated
him, Turning him into a vicious beast.

The deviated nature that I tried to amend.

Nobody can amend his nature

and whoever tries to, he will be broken.

So be it!

Be careful, Hassan!

What does that mean?

Do I leave the son of Hassan Al-Sabbah
to murder and corrupt the earth?

I'm responsible for the believers!

He's a rotten flesh and a killer.

What does that mean?

If you get near him, I won't keep quiet.

The decision now is not mine nor yours.

It's only God's.

Hassan!

He is my son!

Stay in your chamber.

Did you kill the preacher Nuri Zaan?

Yes.

Because he defied my
command and insulted me

and he treated me as a servant.

Do you know your age and his?

Do you know how knowledgeable he was?

Do you know how long
he's been raising you?

I do know.

And if I could go back to
that moment a thousand times

I would kill him a thousand times.

Judgment against you is not mine to give.

Judgment against you is for the preachers.

And my duty is only to
carry out the sentence.

How can you judge me when I'm your son?

My son doesn't defy my orders.

And I ordered you to obey him.

- But I didn't.
- Silence!

He will be thrown into the castle prison.

Tomorrow morning, the
preachers will gather for a fair trial.

Before me.

Easy on yourself, our master.

After all, he's your son.

My son who obays me, nothing else, Zaid.

The youngest true believing
follower in this castle is my son.

You never wanted me.

Al Hussein, son of Hassan Al-Sabbah.

Do you admit your action?

I didn't do anything

I killed one of my followers who
defied my order and insulted me.

Nuri Zaan was a preacher and a scholar

and responsible for your education.

How can you kill him
and call him your follower?

I am Al Hussein, son of Hassan Al-Sabbah

and my status is higher than his.

He should have obeyed me.

Our master, Hassan Al-Sabbah, is
the one who decides who is in charge.

And Nuri Zaan was a preacher at the
behest of our master Hassan Al-Sabbah.

Above all as a preacher.

But not me.

Maybe you killed him because you saw

something that contradicts the
teachings of our master Hassan Al-Sabbah.

Like a conspiracy or betrayal of trust.

Or you noticed,

that he is cooperating
with one of our enemies.

I killed him because he offended me.

And I can't accept insults.

We are trying to open a door for you to be
pardoned by our master Hassan Al-Sabbah.

Like, for instance, he opposed the dawah.

Maybe, Master, Hussein
is hiding something from us.

I didn't hide anything!

I killed him because he was rude.

Killing one of the
preachers is a grave sin.

To lose a preacher,

means to lose a door to the dawah.

Our master Hassan Al-Sabbah.

Hussein is regretful.

No.

Ask for forgiveness from
our master Hassan Al-Sabbah.

No.

Whoever kills, gets killed.

Master.

You are the one in charge
and you have the right to pardon.

So Allah may carry out a matter
that has already been decreed.

Hussein!

Hussein!

Hussein my son!

My son!

No, no, no.

No Hussein no.

Why?

Hussein!

Hussein!

No!

No!

Why!

Hussein!

Hussein!

Hussein!

Why?