Long ago, that word seemed so foreign to me now. Many lifetimes ago I was a young man who loved a woman immeasurably. One night men who came from the shadows presented me with a horrible choice. to leave without saying a word or to stand and watch her tortured & then killed and I left without a farewell. and to spare her pain I endured an agony worse than death. My true name has been lost never to be departed from her lips again will I ever hear it? My name now forged through history as a stamp stands to be (al'awal الأول) it means the first. & now I am presented a life for a life her name (euyun jamila عيون جميلة) it means beautiful eyes. The assassins say “ nothing is true everything is permitted” I would tell a different tale in this life. we are the architect of our actions no matter the tragedy. destroying structures throughout the society of time What is truth? The negation of lies? Or the statement of a fact? And if the fact is a lie, what then is the truth? But with the greatest respect, our philosophy forbids us from assisting with the expansion of a Empire. From the sands, we learned our story lies within the pouring of it and it is endlessly Such a love was breeding among us in Siwa.The air may have thickened but this never made me short of breath of loving you, this is the fate of two assassins loving each other in the creed. Our covenant denied us the formalities of love. A life for a life. I wonder if given a choice would you had chosen differently then I ?
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