Suskun

It's time, son...
Put your sacred weapon on your waist,
That weapon that is neither a sword nor a bow
Especially not mace, kerre or mace.
A pointed dagger the size of a palm
That dagger that can kill both you and the enemy
Let's hit the roads, son...
Go after your enemy without leaving a trace
Caravans in front of the floor, hidden...
Leave behind palaces filled with blood...
Then be silent to death, don't even open your mouth
You keep quiet so others can live
Go follow your destiny, son...
Walk through the cruel paths of the false heaven
Let us also watch you from Alamut, the eagle's nest...
And let's see together; Are you going to die, are you going to kill?
The Fedayeen under the command of Alamut, the eagle's nest enthroned on the snowy peaks of the Alborz Mountains in the north of Iran, were struggling to survive after the death of their leader Hasan Sabbah. In order for the Alamut Castle, which spread fear to its enemies in the lands where death roamed from Basra to Ghazni, from the Caspian to the Red Sea, to survive forever, brave sacrifices infiltrated the hearts of their enemies through blood-smelling rivers...
While the wars for power continued in the Middle East, the false paradise of history, the sacrifices, the nightmare of emirs, viziers and even sultans, were silently going to death for their beliefs.
Would the flood, which started with a relentless sandstorm, be enough to destroy an entire empire?



Number of Pages: 360

Year of Printing: 2011


Language: Turkish
Publisher: Alfa Publishing

First Print Year: 2011

Language Turkish