The end of Hassan bin Sabah's artificial paradise
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Episode 01
A bunch of fairies
Now it is 5 AH, but one and a half hundred years ago, for tourists and especially pilgrims, the dirt and high and low road that started from the south shore of the Caspian Sea is very scary and dangerous. In the city of Amal, the ancient Devistan of the Shahnameh of Ho is passing through Malik Majandaran and the area of Rudbar and cutting the Kohsar Talqan to the north and south, leaving the city of Qazwan.
For a long time, the condition of this road has been such that large caravans are swept away in broad daylight and the bodies of innocent people are kept in the snow and cold for years as a memorial to the oppressed and murdered.
These are the days of early winter.
Last year's snow did not melt completely and a new layer began to form.
But winter has not yet reached such a level that interest in spring specimens and flower crops has completely disappeared. There are a few flowers left in the last season and somewhere their lover and appreciator Bulbul Badakhshani can be seen singing the melodies of his thousand stories and songs.
These mountains are not naked and sunburned like the dry and barren mountains of Arabia, but the shady trees and dense bushes on all sides have created excellent solitude and solitude for nature lovers and true appreciators of nature.
And where there are no clumps of trees, under the blue canopy of the sky, nature has laid a green grass and velvet floor on which one can sit and enjoy the wine of Shiraz. Less than a century and a half has passed since the White River was cut off and diverted into various gorges within the mountains and plunged into the Caspian Sea near the city of Khurramabad.
These same interests and these fascinating scenes of nature have created various ideas about this mountain.
Some people say that heaven is in these valleys and some people think that the ancient giants were annihilated by the mighty arm of Kumarth and Rustam Nariman but many fairies are still living in solitary places in their memory.
And some tourists even saw the big fairies of the fairies coming out of the gorges.
It is also heard that anyone who suddenly falls into the clutches of these fairies dies instantly.
But more cruel than the fairies and the ancient goddesses are the atheists and esoteric people who have settled and spread all over this region, and the Muslim who falls into their hands of the doctrines and beliefs cannot be killed in any way. Especially in the months of Jamadi-ul-Awal, Jamadi-ul-Thani and Rajab, their atrocities are rampant.
The reason for this is that when the Muslims of the Turkestan, Kyrgyz and Istrakhan regions go on Hajj, they go to Iraq on ships loaded from the Caspian Sea and then from there intend to go to the Holy Hijaz.
Although the atrocities here have become famous everywhere and many people have left this path, still some reckless Muslims come out in the spirit of their good faith. There is no other way, especially for the pilgrims of Amal and its suburbs.
The road mentioned above stretches for a long distance, but in front of us it is the only part where the road passes along the Viranjan canal.
From this point on, the plains of the Rudbar area have vanished and the rough and complex ups and downs of the Kohistan begin.
From here, the road goes further and further, and the canal wanders at the foot of Mount Alborz and disappears into the difficult and intricate valleys.
There will probably be only a few hours left in the evening. The sun has reached near the snowy peaks in front.Its faint rays, which had produced a little warmth, vanished, and the cold gusts of wind that slide over the high ice are enough to make a man tremble.
In such a situation, two passengers from the north are slowly coming to this place, wrapped in cloth from head to toe and in the form of two large bundles.
Both are riding on two small and tired donkeys. Their slowness and overall condition suggests that there are poor scholars or faqirs in a village who have embarked on a religious journey with a religious purpose and sanctity apart from both emirate and military status.
But no, they came closer and it was found out that they are neither scholars nor elders but two young sons of Sharif, and surprisingly, one of them is a man and the other a woman.
Their dress and grooming may not be obvious, but human beings say that they are the eyes and lamps of a noble family and it is not possible that they do not belong to a noble and noble family, because under thick and long wide blankets. Wrapped from head to toe, the two nobles are dressed in amal.
The man whose youth is rising is a handsome young man. He is wearing a large fur coat on a woolen kaftan. On the head is an old long Turkish hat, made of bamboo poles in a conical shape and covered with black goat skin. The hat has a large turban and many of its patches are wrapped around the ears and neck below the head. The feet have socks and a woolen pajamas. There is a leather belt around his waist with a dagger and a sword hanging from it. This young man also has a bow and arrow.
But these essential weapons of this ancient age are tied to the saddle of a donkey.
And this is the tactic by which this brave young man, by hunting, gains immortality for himself and his heartfelt journey. This young man is riding on a donkey and an eighteen or nineteen year old fairy is riding on the other. Thick clothes and ugly fur are hiding a lot of her beautiful beauty, but a charming one.Mah Vish's flamboyant payments are hidden somewhere! As long as the face is open, it is giving rays of beauty and the sight of the beholder at the first sight makes sure that such beauties will never be seen again.
Our disaster worker is wearing a yellow silk pajamas, which is loose from top to bottom and tied with a beautiful embellishment on the ankles. He wears a red necklace and a blue flowered atlas on his head. But all these clothes are hidden inside a warm and fluffy fur. What usually indicates that she is a woman are the hundreds of tiny peaks that scatter from the bottom of the hoop to the other side of the back and down the slopes or donkeys along the way. Rapidly open again and again.
It is difficult to show a picture of the beauty of this charming girl, but perhaps these few words in the eager hearts, and in front of the aspiring eyes can establish a modest outline of her zealous deceptive beauty.
Round sunburned face, as is usually the case in mountainous nations, cheekbones with pointed and drawn headlines, large syrupy eyes, long pointed eyelids, raised but somewhat dilated nose, delicate and curved lips, thin and slightly spread Cheeks, pointed chin molded in a small mold, embarrassed and usually bowed eyes with bright and restless eyes and eyebrows; And except for all this beauty, the extraordinary proportions of all the limbs and joints are enough to make every person restless and restless.
The two young travelers look around and are silent and frightened by the local difficulties.
At the end of the day, the delicate faces of those who have not yet reached the maturity of experience are disturbed by the thought of it happening, but even that does not open the lock of silence.
Suddenly overwhelmed by an immediate emotion, the delicate girl took a deep breath and asked in a soft and charming voice, "What day is today?"
Young man: (secretly calculating something) Thursday!
Girl: (in a sad tone) So it's been eight days since we left home. God knows what people will say and what opinions will be formed.
Young man: That is to say, the passion for Hajj liberated us from our homeland.
Girl: (Then with a cold sigh) You will accuse me of coming with a non-mahram.
Young man: Emerald! (This is the girl's name) I am no longer a non-mahram. In two or four days we will reach Qazvin and as soon as we reach there we will get married.
Emerald: (Then taking a deep breath) God knows if he is lucky enough to get there or not.
Young man: Why?
Emerald: Difficulties along the way are not known There must be a lucky traveler who escapes from the hands of the fairies. And even if he escaped from them, why did he start leaving Malhada (Malahada was the common title of Qaramata and especially Batinia).
An extraordinary change has taken place in emerald at this time. This place reminds him of something special. Due to which she is looking at the scene from all sides and sighs coldly again and again. The young man did not even think about it and said in a modest tone: "I am satisfied with the atheist, because I have received a letter from his famous Naqib Amal Mullah Habta Allah, that letter we have an expert. It will serve as an amulet and as soon as we offer it, we will be freed from the tyranny of Qaramati. ”
As they spoke, the two young passengers reached the point where the road began to climb to the top of the Kohsar, and the canal separated from it and turned to the right to enter difficult valleys and dense thorny bushes.
The young man had just pushed his donkey forward when the emerald garden stopped and said: "No Hussain! (This is the name of this young man)" Not here. "
Hussain: (Looking at the emerald in surprise) Then where?
Emerald: Where has this canal gone?
Hussain: There is no way.
Emerald: Yes, you go.
Hussain: Is Qazvin moving or somewhere else?
Emerald: No, my destination is not Qazvin, I have to see where this canal has gone.
Hussain: This side is the abode of fairies.
Emerald: Let it be.
Hussain: I hear no one has survived.
Emerald: I want too.
Hussein looked at the emerald's face in amazement and said in a solemn voice: "And what was the intention of that Hajj?"
Emerald: Yes, but if I go to the grave of my brother Musa first and recite the Fatiha, then I intend to go to Makkah.
Hussain: Your brother's grave? But who knows where it is?
Emerald: I know, I know the way and this place.
Hussain: (Surprised) You! What do you know
Emerald: I know very well!
Hussain: Did you ever come?
Emerald: No, but Jacob who brought the news after his brother's death. I have discovered the full address from it. The first sign is that from where the canal separates from the road, one should leave the road and go to the bank of the canal. And I will tell you later signs. ”
Hussain: What does Yaqub know?
Who can say where and why a person was killed in these high and intricate mountains?
Emerald: You do not know that Moses and Jacob were together. Reaching this place, they had gone some distance along the bank of the canal when a group of fairies descended from Mount Alborz.
The brothers were killed by their hands, but Jacob fainted and fell. The next day, when he regained consciousness, his brother's body was found lying.
He was buried, then made a grave and returned with his name engraved on a rock near the grave.
Hussain: I know gossip. After all, the fairies left Jacob alive and your brothers were killed?
Emerald: The reason was that the brother held the hand of a fairy andJacob was a coward; As soon as he saw the fairy children, he fainted and fell down.
Hussain: Then you should never go to such a place.
Emerald: No, Hussain, I will definitely go.
Hussain: Suppose we get there and the fairies land in front of us?
Emerald: I'm not afraid of it If you are afraid, don't go.
Hussain: You go alone and I will not walk! I am ready to give my life in your love all the time!
Emerald: Hussein, listen! I would not come with you. I believe that you are noble, and from the time when we both studied together in school, I love you, but do not think that you have brought a noble girl out of the house by giving her a sentence. I came of my own free will only to stand on my brother's grave and shed two tears. When this goal is achieved, we will go on Hajj.
Hussein: Emerald! Have pity on your youth and this little Sunni and give up this intention.
Emerald: No, it can't be; Guevara's disrespect for this desire.
Hussain: (in a voice of despair) God. If she dies, I will be killed first. Your trouble will not be seen with those eyes.
Emerald: (smiling) Don't worry, our attraction will pull each other. If killed, both will be killed.
Saying this, the emerald turned his donkey towards the Viranjan canal. It must have been only two steps that Hussein stopped again and said, "Emerald, be patient, if you want to walk, you have to walk tomorrow.
Emerald: Just go now There is no hope of meeting the population anywhere And when you have to stay in the forest, both places are equal here and there.
Don't deny Hussain in any way Stood up And with an emerald in his heart, he entered the thirteen dark valleys of Mount Alborz. Now both of them are leaving slowly and the horror of this desolate place has settled on their hearts so much that they are completely silent. As we move forward, the forest becomes denser and colder. The senate has sharpened the sound of the canal flowing, which has created awe in the horrific scene of this place. Now the road is so difficult that I had to get off the donkeys. The two walk back and forth, holding the reins of their donkeys in their hands, avoiding the rocks and crawling into the bushes. After a long silence, Hussein said in amazement: "Of course, demons and fairies live in such a sanctuary. What is the meaning of human beings here, not even animals."
Emerald: Yes! And I hear that in this canal, fairies are often seen bathing and playing with each other with their hair untied and splattering.
Hussain: (shocked) Yes! What was it like to hear something tingle as if something came out of the ears?
Emerald: It is well known that the thrones of fairies may not be seen flying, but the sound of them being heard is definitely heard.
Hussain: It is possible, but I think there was an animal.
Emerald: If it was an animal, it would not be visible!
Hussain: Although the sun has not yet set, but here you see that it is darker than evening. In such a blur, sometimes potatoes or large bats fly away with the sound of snatching.
Emerald: But in fact they are also fairies who come out at night in the form of various animals.
Hussain: Yes! (Saying so, he looked at the emerald with terror and cowardice and said in a very anxious voice) The evening just wants to happen and your brother's grave is nowhere to be found.
Emerald: But I will not die without reaching my brother's grave.
As soon as he said this, he saw a very dark gorge in which the canal has gone, but on both sides there are such smooth and steep rocks that it is very difficult for a human to cross. As soon as he saw the shape of this gorge, the emerald rose in a voice of passion and despair: "Yes, look, this is another sign. It has gone through this."
Hussain: But I do not understand why we will go from here?
Emerald: The way it was made, I will definitely go!Will die
Hands and feet are tingling, there is a sweet pain in the liver and the heart is beating.
But there is a will from you before you die. If I die, bury my body under the rocks under which are the bones of Brother Moses.
Hussain: (Tears in his eyes with great perseverance) If this will is about to be fulfilled, it will be fulfilled by someone else. I can't live after you And whoever will fulfill this will, he will bury my bones with you under those stones.
Emerald: (in a flattering tone) No, Hussain, don't do that. You still don't know what brought me here. Neither can I say that the brother is in love, nor can I say that there was any magic in Jacob's statement, but the day he told the story of his brother Moses' fate, the very next day I dreamed that like his brother Standing in the valley.
In a dream, he called me to him with a hand gesture and urged me to come to my grave and recite the Fatiha.
The late brother had called in such an effective manner that his form of that time is still before my eyes.
From this you can understand that I have come here at the invitation of my brother.
Hussain: (Disappointed with the abundance of rain and with an immense enthusiasm) Well, they only called you in a dream and you brought me with you.
Emerald: Yes, I brought you with me and because I have no one dearer to me in this world than you. I wished to know in your side and in front of your eyes And then you go home and remove what has been disgraced in the eyes of your loved ones and other nobles of the city and go and tell everyone with my news of death why and where I died. And how pure she was until she died. (Putting his arms around his neck) Hussain! I wish you to live and wash the stain of disgrace from my feet.
Hussain: (with a sigh) God forbid that I take your news of death!
Some light appeared on the slope of a hill, which was first seen by an emerald, and he said in shock: "What kind of light is this?" Hussein also looked at the light in amazement and said: "God knows what, and look at it growing there. Who could be here in the dark of night? ”
Both the lovers were watching the light in a panic and more and more excited for hours that she came very close. There were fifteen or twenty big torches and under them was a large group of beautiful women, whose appearance made both Emerald and Hussein scream. In the sound of terror, "fairy" came out of their mouths and both of them fainted and fainted.
*to be continued