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Hassan Al-Sabbah

sensed the beginning of the end.

He began to teach
his son everything.

I always want you to
stay connected with me,

even when you're
alone in your chamber.

Meaning, to see me and to
hear me, even when I'm far away.

"Among your wives
and your children, there

are enemies to you,
so beware of them."

God Almighty speaks the truth.

Cheer up, our master.

May God reward you
greatly in Donia Zad.

And he tells him about the story

that will be told after
his death and departure.

Finish writing the book.

Al-Hadi will be
Hassan's successor...

...and will rule his
castle after him.

So here I declare him
before you, my successor.

The owner of my place and position, and
the keeper of the key to heaven after me.

But Al-Hadi didn't have Hassan
Al-Sabbah's sagacity and strength,

and the jealousy around
him started to increase.

My obedience to you
is unto the last day.

My master, son
of my great master.

Now you must understand that
you are not the same as before.

And of course, be
cautious of Barzak Amide.

And the young man was less and
simpler than what was expected of him.

EPISODE 29: THE
LEGACY OF OUR MASTER

"From our master, the
caller to God, the True King.

Our Imam...

the holder of the key to
heaven, Hassan Al-Sabbah."

"To our loyal follower and
our secret servant, Siraj.

How's the toy that
you're moving?

I want you to start fueling his doubts
about the Abbasid caliph's intentions,

to become scattered
between a conspiracy

of many parties,
relatives and the caliph.

And for you the peace
and prayers for safety,

and await our next command,
holder of the key to heaven."

What is it?

What?

What is it?

What are you doing?

My lord!

My lord!

What is happening?

What have I done wrong?

Why is this happening?

I apologise if I
disturbed your sleep,

in your room and
your comfortable bed.

We just came to check on you.

Check on me how?

Get out.

My lord.

My lord, what have I done?

My lord.

Just let me understand.

My lord!

I want you to experience
sleeping in hell.

The fire will ignite on the bed,

then, on your clothes,

and then it will eat your body.

I want you to taste
the sleep in Hell.

"From our lord,
the great Sultan.

To Hassan Al-Sabbah,
the rebellious.

Resident of the
castle, the misguided."

"The minister Siraj has
preceded you to hell.

He is now waiting for you.

His ablaze body was a meal
for the starving castle dogs.

And they remain hungry

waiting for your
inevitable fate."

Here is Omar
Khayyam's last home.

Honestly, the
place is beautiful.

You will enjoy it here.

Especially as there's no
neighbor to bother you.

You'd enjoy being
buried here a lot, Omar.

Omar Khayyam's tomb.

To its right, we’ll
plant a grapevine.

So sweet, to drink something
fresh in the morning.

And on its left, the flowers
of Narcissus and Jasmine.

And when the breeze
blows, it stirs the leaves.

The scent of
flowers fills the world.

People come to visit the kind
dead man who lived and died.

While trying to understand
the reason for his existence.

The reason for your
existence is to perplex Sahban.

Your presence in this world

is to increase
Sahban's confusion.

I wish I never knew you.

And when you visit
me, squeeze the grapes.

And make a drink that reminds
you of your friend Omar Khayyam.

Wind blowing towards our
destruction, and no other purpose it has.

But the assassination of
our souls is its intention.

Sit in this radiant
garden and sip the wine.

For from our dust the
garden will sprout tomorrow.

Will you become a grape cluster,

a flower, or what
exactly? Just so I know?

In time, Omar Khayyam...

under the ground
turns into dust.

The dust with water comes
alive and turns into a tree

or a flower...

or a grape cluster.

People squeeze
it and drink it...

and say, this drink reminds
us of a poet who lived and died.

His name was Omar Khayyam.

Some will say, "may
he rest in peace".

Some will curse his soul,

some will ask who
was Omar Khayyam!

As if I'm multiple
Omar Khayyams.

One my say, this is the tomb
of Omar Khayyam, the infidel.

True.

And one may say, "he
was faithful and ascetic".

True.

One may say, "the madman".

True.

One says, "the scholar".
Another says, "the poet".

Everyone has their own word.

But which one are you, Omar?

Only the creator knows the
truth about Omar Khayyam.

Praise be to God.

No one will remember Sahban

when he dies, neither
for good nor for evil.

You're lucky, Sahban.

This is great fortune.

So what is great fortune?

To die without a memory.

No judgments or
evaluations from humans.

You are the lucky one, Sahban.

Neither for you nor against you.

The book of our Master's legacy.

Which the angels dictated
to our master, Al-Hadi...

is a secret matter.

And within is special knowledge.

Glory be to God.

A strange matter.

If the people heard about it,

their minds won't believe it.

I heard our master say,

"Whoever memorizes
his book perfectly.

Word by word.

Letter by letter.

Has no reward but heaven."

With a promise from
our hidden Imam.

For my part

I will memorize it by heart.

God bless you.

Memorization is the first
guarantee of the book's continuity.

It must be copied and distributed
To all preachers in the countries.

This is your task.

Copy the book at
least twenty times.

Each of us copies it And
memorizes it at the same time.

My father was a
Shiite Muslim man.

And I memorized
the Quran and Hadith.

And I knew the virtues
of the Prophet's family.

And I aimed to know
Our distinguished Imam.

Then I got busy with worldly
matters And service to people.

And I forgot the
honor of the search.

So God inflicted
my enemies on me.

So I fled from city to city.

And when God saved us from
the predicament and I returned.

I returned to seek the truth.

I found all the caliphs
of the Abbasid Muslims

with no chivalry.

So I fled to Egypt.

I found the true Imam.

The caliph, Al-Mustansir Billah And
his successor Nizar, peace be upon him.

So I recognized my
Imam and adhered to him.

But God inflicted on me the prince Of
the armies and he chased me to the sea.

And God saved me with
the blessings of the Imam.

Barzak Amide.

Thanks to him, I'm not a
martyr of Nizam Al-Mulk.

Excuse me, Master.

Don't worry, Barzak,
and don't think too much.

Stay true to my
covenant with you.

Kind-hearted and well-thinking

and a believer.

It's like you're
hearing my questions!

It's like there's no veil
between my thoughts and you.

The doubt, Barzak

is the gate of hell.

True.

Not only the chosen youth will
go to heaven on my promise.

No!

You too.

And all the believers in
the high ranks of heaven.

Because you believed.

Praise be to God.

It's not me, Barzak, who
chooses the chosen one.

Nor did I choose you.

They are chosen by God.

And I rejoice in his choice

and I accept it.

May God honor our Master.

Rejoice in Lord's choice
for you to be with me.

And he who rejoices

does not question.

Because questioning
ruins the joy.

My master, Al-Hadi.

Why are you standing alone?

I'm learning to
think and meditate.

Like our Master.

Standing alone in the
castle is dangerous for you.

Dangerous from whom, Barzak?

I am in Alamut castle.

My father is it's lord
and I'm his successor.

Exactly my master.

You are his successor.

That's why it's a big risk for you to
be here without me or the guards.

Barzak...

everyone in the
castle is my follower.

Should I fear my followers?

Everyone is your
father's followers,

our Master Hassan Al-Sabbah.

There's no guarantee of loyalty.

Do you think your father
trusts any of his followers?

Then who does he trust?

Only Hassan Al-Sabbah.

That is the secret
of his strength.

You should also trust only one.

He is Al-Hadi.

But my father loves
you and trusts you.

Poor Master Al-Hadi.

He is still young in age.

Your feeling of his
lack of love for you

is because you are no
longer his successor.

Your father really loved me.

But not as much as
he loved Donia Zad.

And who will be the
successor of our Master...

time will tell.

I'll leave you to your
solitude, my Master.

But I will keep my eye on you.

With your permission, of course.

If Master Al-Hadi is
studying the stars and the sky.

It's best he stands in the
same place our Master does.

A high place.

Our Master.

I asked for Al-Hadi.

I really don't know what to say!

Master Al-Hadi.

Atop the castle.

He stood, smiling
in a strange way.

His face was lit
up like a full moon.

As I approached him...

...he raised his hand as if to
stop me from coming closer.

Then he raised
both hands upwards.

Like he was praying.

And he began...

He began to rise off the ground.

He ascended upwards.

An inch,

two,

three!

As if he was climbing on
the shoulders of angels.

And I stood there,
frozen, not believing.

And my mind was spinning.

My master Al-Hadi is
ascending upwards...

while smiling!

Until he disappears
into the sky.

And all I could see were the
sky and the twinkling stars.

There's no trace
of master Al-Hadi.

Speak something else.

Speak more merciful words.

Al-Hadi ran away like Donia Zad!

Say that Al-Hadi ran away and buy
yourself some life and give me hope.

He didn't run away.

So you must've killed him!

God forbid, my master.

This is a miracle that I
have seen with my own eyes.

Who am I to kill our master,
Al-Hadi or to harm him?

I'll make an example out of you.

I'll cut you into pieces
while you're alive.

If he ran, I'd have said so.

It would have saved me from
your doubts and save my life.

But he didn't run.

And if I harmed him,
where would I hide his body?

You had said yourself that master
Al-Hadi wasn't an ordinary human.

That angels dictated him
and he had great traits.

Even now, I'm still shocked...

and I can't believe
what my eyes have seen.

I thought surely our master,

the key holder of heaven,
would explain what I saw.

Master Al-Hadi ascended!

He flew into the sky!

Alive!

That is his position,

his miracle and his status.

He is now with our master Nizar!

And the rest of the pure Imams.

You should be
rejoicing, my master.

Rejoice.

Not mourn and torment
your servant Barzak Amide.

Free me.

Free me and let me
inform the believers.

Let me tell them
about the miracle.

It will make you in the eyes
of not only the castle residents.

But in the eyes of all humans.

Our lord, the key
holder of heaven.

The one who has an
successor in heaven, alive.

What a grandeur!

What majesty!

What a divine inheritance!

Here!

Here I saw the wondrous
event with my own eyes.

I swear to God it's the
most amazing thing I've seen.

Our master Al-Hadi
ascended upward

until he disappeared
into the sky.

I try to catch him but...

it's impossible!

There were intense lights

and sounds like music.

Music unlike anything
I've ever heard before.

It was like...

It was like divine joy.

A grand reception

fit for the unique
young man, our master.

I will search for him inside
and outside the castle, Barzak.

If I find any trace
of him, alive or dead.

I will not tire of asking.

And I will keep
asking until I kill you.

Your master Al-Hadi ran, and
you helped him, right Barzak?

Correct?

I swore to you, our lord,
that he ascended into the sky,

ascended right before my eyes.

I'll ask you the question again.

What have you done with
your master Al-Hadi, Barzak?

I told you what happened.

The angels filled dictated the book
to him lifted him on their shoulders.

Out of shock, I told
some preachers,

and asked them
to keep the secret.

You will kill me and
say that I killed him.

That is a lie.

This will shake their faith in a
miraculous event that happened to me.

Who did you tell?

The first and second preacher.

They were extremely
reverent and believing.

Why don't you want to
believe me when they did?

Their faith in you and
your son exceeds all faith.

Especially after I told them of his
last wish which I was hesitant to tell you

as he bid me farewell
and ascended to the sky.

What was it?

He smiled and said,

"Know, Barzak,

that our lord Hassan Al-Sabbah's
status is above all others".

I swear, I spoke the truth.

As we said in previous lessons,

the believer

is perceptive and discerning.

And it is necessary...

that...

one considers that trust...

Your beloved Yahia
bin Sa'eed was executed.

And our master is
speaking to people,

talk after talk after talk,

but your words neither
prevent injustice nor end turmoil.

Why are you so rude?

Respect and behave in
our master's presence.

Enough!

Shakib, the good

sit down.

Make room for him, boy.

Make room.

Sit.

Tell me.

What's your problem with words?

It doesn't prevent injustice.

The Esoterics are
on the wrong side.

And their leader sits
freely in his castle.

His demons are everywhere.

What are we doing here?

Are we fighting false beliefs?

And what is our fate?

Execution and torture?

Where is the
truth? Who is right?

The Seljuks or Hassan Al-Sabbah?

The Abbasid Caliphate
or the Fatimids?

Yahia is a young man whose parents
were murdered by one of the Esoterics.

And Yahia himself was
executed unjustly by the Seljuks.

So what's the point of words
and what's the point of life?

And what's the point of
talking about the religion?

God have mercy on him.

Yahia ibn Sa'eed...

a young Muslim,

very sincere.

But God bestowed
upon him a gift.

The gift of sincerity.

And this sincerity is a secret

that God does not
give to just anyone!

This secret existed in Yahia.

And this secret God
places in honest hearts.

Imagine...

for instance,

in our time.

If we were truly sincere.

Hassan Al-Sabbah would
not have appeared in our lives.

But unfortunately...

we are divided.

And there are other issues
that need to be discussed

even though Hassan
Al-Sabbah is wrong...

but the people around him

may greatly believe in him.

They become a force.

Force.

To be reckoned with.

And we...

think we are in the right.

And we pray God
that we may be right

but unfortunately...

we lack sincerity.

So we become divided,

scattered,

and weak.

We can't stand up to anyone.

But...

no matter how few
the sincere ones are

victory will be their
ally by God's will.

In the name of God, the Most
Gracious, the Most Merciful.

"Do you really think that
you will enter paradise without

going through what those who
went before you went through.

They were afflicted with severe
poverty, ailments and were so shaken.

Until the Messenger says,

and those who believed with him,

when will the victory
of Allah come?

Indeed, the victory
of Allah is near."

God speaks the truth.

Hang in there.

Come on, one more time.

- It's almost over.
- Oh dear Lord.

It's almost over.

A boy!

It's a boy, Nourhan!

As his father wished.

What will you name him?

Sa'eed.

And what's above the castle!

But a sky that won't answer
your question, Hassan!

Hassan Al-Sabbah.

Who am I, Barzak?

The Proof.

The Evidence.

The owner of the key to heaven.

The imam's image.

The first preacher.

The protecter and
leader of the believers.

Who is Hassan
Al-Sabbah's successor?

Peace be upon
our master, Al-Hadi.

He was with us on earth.

He was the successor.

He's not here now.

So who is the successor?

We are all your
children, master.

We are all your servants.

Could Barzak Amide be
Hassan Al-Sabbah's successor?

Could you be the killer
of my son, Al-Hadi...

...and then be my
successor, Barzak?

If Hassan Al-Sabbah
wants to leave the castle.

Where would he go?

Would you get out of the castle?

Why? Is it impossible?

Our master does what he wants.

Years go by and I am the
prisoner of Alamut castle.

And praise be to God.

You are my jailer again.

God forbid.

Give your order and leave.

We are all at your service.

You are all at my service!

Like your life was
dedicated for Al-Hadi!

Isn't it?

Of course.

We are all at your service.

Come closer.

I want you to kill Hassan
Al-Sabbah's greatest enemy.

At your command and obedience.

Who's your enemy
and I will end him?

He's in front of you.

Hassan Al-Sabbah.

God forbid.

For the sake of all the
days that have gathered us.

For the exile, and prison, and death
that we could face and it couldn't.

Kill Hassan Al-Sabbah.

Kill my master and my lord?

Wouldn't killing
myself be easier?

Kill Hassan Al-Sabbah
and then kill yourself.

Ease your mind,
master, and rest.

Rest is dead.

Donia Zad was my comfort.

Where's Donia Zad?

She was killed.

And Hussein, my eldest son,

was my support and rest.

Where's Hussein?

He was killed.

And Al-Hadi, my
successor and beloved.

Where is he?

How can Hassan
Al-Sabbah find rest?

Grant me peace and carry
out your master's orders.

Carry out my final order.

This is the only order in
which I disobey you, my lord.

Sleep is what you need, master.

Imagine, my lord,

there is a child,

son of a sheepherder.

His mother claims he is the son
of our lord Hassan Al-Sabbah.

I sent a chosen one that
killed him and his mother...

...before the lie spread.

My master.

Can you sleep, Barzak?

Where do you get
the ability to sleep?

Moments the mind steals

to complete its day actively.

Al-Hadi.

He was supposed
to be my successor.

He was beautiful,
smart, and sane.

God chose him for a
larger and greater mission.

My son Hussein,

his elder brother, when
he defied me, I killed him.

I had to do that.

Hassan Al-Sabbah is strong.

If his position comes into conflict
with his heart, he would kill his heart.

From your strength, we
derive ours, my master.

Al-Hadi was supposed to be
in Hassan Al-Sabbah’s place.

But I chose you.

I chose you to
punish the castle,

to punish the believers,
and to punish myself.

I've chosen the worst successor,

to the greatest man.

I can't sleep, Barzak.

Even though I've slept before, in
prison the night of my execution.

And the night I killed
my son Hussein.

And the night I killed Doni Zad,

and the night I
killed Nizam Al-Mulk,

now I can't sleep.

Great minds find it
hard to sleep, my master.

Only the fortunate
ones know how to sleep.

Because they're without
heart and without mind.

Sleep.

Sleep, Barzak.

There's no sleep.

Come with me.

People need to know the truth
about our lord Hassan Al-Sabbah.

Master Imam Nizar informed me,

that his pure spirit
has merged with mine.

So I became him.

Who?

Who is calling out for Hassan Al-Sabbah?