Selahaddin Eyyubi

Filiz Baran

Selahattin Eyyubi’s manuse (Original) is located in the Library of Alexandria. Selahattin Eyyubi’s diary is novelised by French journalist Genevieve Chauvel. Chauvel is a French journalist who was born in Syria and has been based in Algeria. He’s got dozens of books that have been put out.

In the book I’m Selahattin, he says, Let me introduce myself before I start writing these things. Yes, let’s get to know Selahattin from Selahattin’s mouth.

First, I’m The 40th. I’m from the Ramadi tribe. This tribe is one of the oldest and noblest tribes of the Kurds. The settled place of the ashire is West Azerbaijan (Red Kurdistan). I don’t know much about our lineage before My Grandfather Shadi’s father, Marwan.

Dovin, considered our cradle, was the capital of Little Armenia in the 10th century. They call it Inner Armenia. My uncle Shêrkoh and my father were born in Eyup Dovin. When Dovin was attacked by Turkmens in 1128, my grandfather Shadi took his two sons and his wife with him, barely saving their lives from the brutal massacre of Turkmens. The Turkmens destroyed Dovin with a brutal massacre, a great destruction and an unscrupulous plunder. However, our people lost all their assets to the Turkmens, only to save their lives.

My grandfather Shadi, who was wolfed down by this massacre, continues to flee south, targeting Baghdad. Baghdad was ruled at the time by Sultan Mohammed, the son of Melik shah, the center of the caliphate and the Seljuk dynasmism. My brother’s old friend Behruz was a vezed man here. This is Behruz, who was previously a prisoner in Dovin. My grandfather saved him from captivity here, making him a teacher for the princes at the Seljuk palace in Isfahan. When Sultan Mohammed became a director in Baghdad, he made his teacher Behruz a lyzir here.

When they arrived in Baghdad, my grandfather Shadi thought he could see his old friend and Baghdad Queen Behruz and get help from him. When the family arrived in Baghdad, they went straight to the palace. Lyzir Behruz welcomed his friend Shadi very well. Hal tells Behruz what happened after the remembrance. And after listening carefully to his friend Shadi, he says, Shadi, God has sent you to me. We got Tikrit very soon. We don’t have a manager there. I’m throwing you into Tikrit as a manager, and from now on, your title will be ‘Dizdar’. You will go to Tikrit as soon as possible, you will begin your mission.

Shortly after i arrived in Tikrit, my grandfather Shadi died. His grave is in Tikrit. He was replaced by my eldest son, My Father Eyup. My father was also given the title of ‘Najm ed-din’. The star of religion. My father married al-Harimi, the daughter of an Iraqi tribal chief. From this marriage, my brother Şahin Shah and Turan Shah, then as the third son, I was born in 1137. But God sent me into the world in a very interesting way.

When my uncle Shêrkoh resents a lawyer he loves so much and beheads him with a sword blow, the 10th takes away all my father’s powers and says, Leave Tikrit before dawn, or he’ll be more beheaded. So the whole family starts preparing for the road right away. At this very time, I squeeze my mother and she’s in my mother’s throes in the women’s section. They wait for me in a swag before dawn, they hold a maid, the caravan is on its way to Mosul. But on the second day of the evening, where the caravan is staying, they celebrate my birth. According to my father, i’m not going to let you down. Because I’m a very sny and sny boy, he reluctantly named me Yusuf, thinking I was going to die, and selahattin took the second step. Later, Selahattin was my first step.

After my father was driven out of Eyup Tikrit, he chooses the target as Mosul and continues on his way. Because Zengi, the director of Mosul, was a very good friend of my father’s. In 1132, near Tikrit, Zengi was renewed to the Seljuks before I was born, and he ran away and took refuge with my father. My father saves the lives of Zengi and his men and helps him return to Mosul. When the family arrives in Mosul, Zengi is trying to pay off more than enough of his debt of deed to his friend Eyup.

They gave us a very large two-story house made of stone and mud in a large garden on the edge of the Tigris. Mosul was surrounded by vast eucalyptus forests. Our garden was full of oranges, lemons and all the other fruit trees. My mother was a very resourceful and tasteful woman. He turned our garden, which was filled with a thousand and one flowers, into a real paradise, enriching it even more.

Zengi’s enemies were many, too. Iranian Seljuks, Nusayri in Damascus, Kurdish from Diyarbakir and Erbil, and Franks from the west. As soon as we got to Mosul, my father and uncle joined Zengi’s army and went to dump the Francs in the sea. My mother was alone with her three sons. Saddened by my incompetence, my mother spent all her time waiting for me, feeding me silk arson.

Zengi takes many strategically important strongholds in and around Damascus, most notably baalbek, who throws my father as commander. As soon as my father settles here, he sends his men to pick us up from Mosul. I’d grown up now, but I’d never seen my father, and I’d never heard his voice. I’ve only heard my mother’s voice, which feeds me silky and scented arson and sings lyin’ with her beautiful voice. When we arrived in Baalbek, when I saw my father, who came to meet us in formal dresses with silk hearts adorned with gold jewelry, I cried in fear and hid behind my mother. I also saw this imposing man crying looking into my mother’s eyes. My mother was trying to comfort this imposing man. After i grew up, I found out that my father married another woman in the three years he was separated from us, and my mother didn’t know about it.

I grew up in helipolis, a beautiful city. My father built a mosque here and a monastery for sofiler. I always had to wait until the afternoon to see my father outside of his formal clothes and in his traditional Kurd clothes.

When my uncle Shêrkoh started teaching my brothers war games, I was jealous of them in my snything state. I started school, by the way. My teachers were sufis. After I learned to read, I was impressed by Ghazi, one of the sufis I read the most.

Zengi, who gave us this beautiful life, was killed on September 14, 1146. Soon after, damascus’ great army came to our door. As a result of the initiatives of my uncle Şêrkoh, many Kürd tribes supported us. The parties have made huge losses. There was no choice but to negotiate with my father. So Baalbek was given to his former owners. In return, he took a house and land in Damascus, so we moved to Damascus. My uncle Shêrkoh secretly meets Zengi’s men and joins Nurettin, the director of Aleppo. Here they fight successful battles against the Franks. That started scaring the Commander of Damascus.

In Damascus, my teachers were no longer Sufis. I’m starting to like math, history and geography here. My teacher Abu Taman changed my whole life by teaching me the Kürd language, history and traditions, and I have never been able to escape his influence in my life.

On the morning of July 24, 1148, Frank and his German combined army surrounded Damascus. They had taken Jerusalem before, and it was Damascus’ turn. There’s been a lot of bloody clashes. When the Franks heard that the Arabs had come to support us, they stopped fighting and ran away. We won the war, but we gave away a lot of dead. My older brother Şahinshah also lost his life in this war. His two young sons are orphans and his wife is widowed. My father was very upset. He approached me for the first time and stroked my head, said ‘you are my second son now’, and I was very happy.

Shortly after the war, the ird died. The Sultan appointed my father commander. He was taking precautions against possible Arab attacks. Now my father let me ride horses and learn war games. But I had to remember: ‘I’m a 40-year-old son of the Commander-in-Chief.’ Now my slim body was a good fit for me to ride. That made me happy.

Aleppo Commander Nurettin sends his commander Shêrkoh to my father, saying he wants to unite forces. My father agrees. So he was governor of Damascus. I was 16 at the time. The Sultan was taking me away from him at all his meetings. He loved intellectuals, philosophers, thinkers, poets and clerics. He often invited them and listened to their conversations. I’d attend these invitations. Sometimes we went hunting; We used to watch panthers, deer-chasing slats and lions.

In March 1164, Sultan Nurettin ordered General Sêrkoh to campaign in Cairo. My uncle Shêrkoh invited me to come to him; He said, Joseph, you are coming with me. I was 27 at the time. On April 1, 1164, we exited the Gate of Sudan through the Candlestick. General Shêrkoh was proud of his army of tens of thousands of Kurd cavalry. In early May 1164, we triumphed back to Damascus. Because of my success in this war, my skill in dispatch and administration, Sultan Nurettin declared me ‘Shina’. So, at the age of 27, I was the police chief of the whole of Damascus. In the evening, we were meeting my sufi friends, chanting for hours. We continued by saying ‘La ilahe illallah’, shaking from the waist up, until our soul was at peace.

In January 1167, we went back to Cairo. This time as commander alongside General Shêrkoh. We returned to Damascus in August 1167. From there, we went to Aleppo with Sultan Nurettin. I spent my time here hunting birds, cheetahs, panthers and lions. The plain and mountains of Aleppo were full of these animals. By the way, my mom mobilized all the acquaintances, looking for a girl to marry me. There were so many options for me; Blue-eyed Kurd girls, green-eyed Syrian (Nusayrili) girls and black-eyed Arab girls. So I finally opted for a noble, blue-eyed Kurd girl. Because he was the best fit for our house.

In December 1168, the Franks broke our agreement in Cairo and re-invaded Cairo. The Sultan called me; ‘Hurry up find Shêrkoh,’ he said. When I found Shêrkoh; ‘I’ve already prepared 6,000 Kurd cavalry,’ he said. The 2,000 cavalry was also ready in Aleppo. Among them were Turkmens. I didn’t want to join this expedition, even though my uncle wanted it so bad. But I still joined. On January 4, 1169, when we were at the gates of Cairo, the Franks couldn’t even afford to fight us, so they pulled out. Thus, Shêrkoh took Cairo without spilling any blood. The Caliph of Fatima has shown great interest in us. But Lyzir Shavar was a hypocrite. When we left Cairo, I got word that he was going to call the Franks again. Despite my uncle’s desirables, I killed The 40th. On January 18, 1169, Shêrkoh declared himself a lyzir to Cairo. On March 23, 1169, Shêrkoh, who had entered the bathroom after dinner, died of a heart attack. I’m so sorry, I’ve lost everything. I wanted to return to Aleppo immediately. On March 26, 1169, the Caliph of Fatima appointed me 1st to replace Shêrkoh. Even though I was reluctant in this business, I didn’t have much trouble. Because I’ve always arranged for Shêrkoh to run the city and his officers. I was 32 years old, no longer little Yusuf. Because Now I’m Egypt’s Queen Selahattin.

In August 1169, my brother Turanshah came to Cairo with me, taking my other brothers and Shamsê. I married Shamsê here. Shamsê was a beautiful Kurd girl. Like the moon, his face was adorned with blue eyes under his eyebrows like bows. Her thin, blond hair was down to her waist. It was like honey was floating down his head. Shamsê made me very happy. She gave birth to my son Al Abdal Ali in June 1170. It’s the first time I’ve been a father. Then I had a lot of kids. In April 1170, my father came to Cairo in Eyup. I brought him to Alexandria Command, my brother Turanshah to the Upper Nile Command, and i shared the administration of Egypt with my other brothers.

In September 1171, Khalifa al-Mustarut died in Baghdad, replaced by his son Al-Mustazi. He opposed Sultan Nurettin. Because in Cairo, the black flag of the Abbasids was still waving. For 200 years, there was a Shiite Fatima Caliphate in Egypt. We were Shafii as a family. I didn’t want to touch the Shiite Fatima Caliph here. Because he was burning hands. Besides, it was the Fatima Caliph who made me the 1980s. In the end, the 14th Fatima Caliph fell ill and died. A major case was solved by itself. The caliph was 21 when he died. He left behind four widows, 11 boys and four sons, 152 servants, a magnificent palace and a fortune. There were more than 200,000 books in the palace’s library. I’m told the 2 million dinar in the vault was plundered. I took some of this fortune and sent a significant portion to Sultan Nurettin.

On May 15, 1174, Sultan Nurettin died of a heart attack, leaving behind only his 11-year-old son, Melik Salih Ismail. So I had new and very important tasks. Because the Arabs were taking advantage of this opportunity to take over Damascus. I left for Damascus immediately. So I took over Damascus. I’ve taken every stronghold in Syria. I even recently captured Konya, which Nurettin took from the Sword Lion, and Malatya, which he took from the Armenians. In the end, Caliph Mustazi proclaimed me Sultan of Syria and Egypt.

I returned to Alexandria in February 1177. My sons Al Abdal Ali and Al Aziz Utman were with me. The children were delighted to see the sea. My goal was to create a strong marine. It was to re-ship the ships we had and make new one. For this job, the endless forests in the Jordan Mountains were giving us as many trees as we wanted.