???? Day of ???? in the year of ???? / ?????
In the name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful
It’s been more than two weeks I’ve woken by the Vistani Camp in Barovia. It’s been more than two weeks these mysterious Mists took me and stole me from my lands, my home. On the other hand, it feels a little bir ironic... Since what I’ve called “home” was not my original home at the start, wasn’t it?
Days are passing and they turn into years. Years are passing and they turn into decades. I can barely remember my family. My first home back in my childhood. The faces of father and mother are long gone from my memory. I don’t remember calling them my family and even the word “family” sounds alien to me. There was “Ocak”. There were Janisarry Agas. There were brothers in arms. Instead of a family, I had them.
Sometimes I even think, am I “stolen” from that Romanian village?
But in the end, I’ve found the way of Islam and grown up as a Muslim. This must not be a bad luck but a gift. I am chosen by Devlet-i Aliyye-i Osmaniyye and they showed me the right way.
In Holy Qur’an, Allah says: “Fighting has been enjoined upon you while it is hateful to you. But perhaps you hate a thing and it is good for you; and perhaps you love a thing and it is bad for you. And Allah Knows, while you know not.”
I am a Janissarry. I serve Sultan. I serve Islam. I am a sword of righteousness and I am the nightmare of all kafirs.
May Allah protects me and shows me the way.
???? Day of ???? in the year of ???? / ?????
In the name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful
I’ve met new friends. Good willed people they are. I am teaching them to ways of Islam. They seem eager to learn it. Some of them already started saying Selamunaleykum when they see me. They tend not to get drunk in my sight. But that’s not all.
I’ve also met Christians in here. Some Frenks. North of the Vilayet-i Fransa. When I first see them, I prepared myself. Since I know their games, their schemes and they silver tongue and backstabbings. Those kafirs are never to be trusted and must be stopped. -So I’ve been told.
But... None of this happened. The Christian women and man were kind. Allah knows, I had doubts until the last moment but they clearly stated they’re not up for any kind of fighting. And yet, I was one to three against them. I believe if they had the thought, they would’ve attacked me on that spot. I believed them and watched from afar after we had our discussion. They had nothing suspicious on them and they were trying to help another “newly misted”.
Later that day on my way to Dvergeheim, I’ve met the same Christian man I’ve seen earlier. He was wounded. Gravely wounded and he was carrying a huge sack behind his back. Perhaps a body of a fallen comrade. My sword was already unsheated and readied before I met him. I stopped him on the way. Theree were no-one around. No one but my Üstat Kyou. I shall write about her later when I had the chance.
I told the Christian man, he is gravely wounded, unable to fight back and there are no others to help him. And then asked, “What would he do, if I were in the same siutation as him.” The answer was brief, without a second thought: “I would protect you.”. I looked deep into his eyes, realized the words were nothing but the truth. Then I gave my only potion to him. Cured his wounds and used my the most valuable potion to make him go haste before the sun falls. He thanked me and moved on.
I wasn’t even waiting for a thank. I doubt I will ever see him again. But in the end, on that day, I acted as a true Muslim. In Holy Qur’an, Allah says “Whosoever killeth a human being for other than man slaughter or corruption in the earth, it shall be as if be had killed all mankind, and whoso saveth the life of one, it shall be as if he had: saved the life of all mankind.”
I saved that Christian’s life that day.
May Allah shows mercy on his misguided soul.
