Batulkina Shahanshahate
"When the Almighty put hoofs on the wind and a bridle on the lightning, He called it a horse!" ~A proverb of the Azallahi people
Before we were settled in the land that the Almighty gave us, we lived in the lands of the East, where rivers flowed far to the northern icescapes, living free with no masters to know of.
It is then that a great conqueror united the disparate tribes from Àdarḵān to the lands of the city of Kazan-Tar, to the northlands of the cold and frost.
But for their might, for their bravery, for their power, their rule had not sought the wisdom of the Almighty, Whose Wisdom is infinite and Whose Grace is immeasurable
To the south of the grand capital that they had built in the glory of their visage, a peoples, a noble peoples from the mountains came; the Azallahi, who fled and sought refuge
Azallahi were the ones who carried the Word, yes, the Word of Him; the great conqueror was wise to offer them lodging and the right to live within his great demesne
But the Conqueror’s ears were deaf to the Word that the Azallahi broke to him, that of Allah’s Glory and Mercy; they thought that the world was theirs
So the Azallahi spoke, “O, foolish one! For thinking that your conquests of the dirt of the flesh of the earth make you greater than the Almighty, your kingdom will turn to dust!”
“For that all is intermittent and ephemeral but Allah’s Word; and as centuries go, and as empires fall, and as men are born and die, it’ll continue being true!”
“O, foolish one, we beg you, before it is too late! Accept the Holy Qu’ran as the truth and guide to your soul and rule, or face the consequences!”
But they did not listen to the words of the Azallahi, and expelled them from their capital, off to the city of Kazan-Tar, to where they could not bother the Conqueror.
As the last Azallahi was about to go, in front of the crowd of Àdarḵān peoples, they are to have been said the words:
“For your refusal of the Truth and the Wisdom of Allah, I say: Woe, woe is you, woe is all that shall fall very soon, soon as the corpse of the Conqueror grows cold! You will see, all very soon!”
The crowd began to pelt him with stones; and a guard of the city was about to strike him down, as when a miracle happened, and his blade turned to dirt, and his armour became rot!
Fleeing, the crowds dispersed; the last Azallahi left to die as a true believer is ought to; praying for Allah’s Grace to accept him into Heaven.
Not all of the people of Àdarḵān responded like this; along their ranks, wise men and women and children came and followed the Azallahi in their expulsion; they were blessed.
The journey was long and arduous; the steppe winds blew furiously, and the people of ill-minds sought to sabotage their journey; but Allah protects those who believe Him, and punishes those who doubt Him
In the cottages and the homes and the hamlets of Kazan-Tar, the warmth of Allah’s words found a welcoming soil for those open to Him; and verily, the words of the wise men of Azallahi came true.
No man lives forever, and even the Prophet dies; the Conqueror is no exception; and with his death, so did the Empire perish, crushed under the blows of the foreign peoples.
As all collapsed around Kazan-Tar, the tribes, fearful for their lives, but also hearing of the prophecy the Azallahi have given to them, they sought their wisdom out
And so it is said that one of them, the daughter of the Last Azallahi said, that Allah Himself told her that this land is no longer theirs, that they must leave, or perish.
She said: “You must abandon all but your horses and your families; and from now on, to embrace Allah, the Almighty, and go to distant lands locked by rivers and mountains!”
Year and a years and decades and century passed; they wandered, led by her, ever searching for the land.
One night, she said: “Soon, I shall perish, but fear not, for that where my body lies, you shall now know the land that you are to be granted by the mercy of Allah.”
As the mountains of the Ortadunay stood before them, their horses all lined up, their men all tired of the neverending journey, the woman fell on her knees before the mighty work of Allah
She cried for a sign, something to end this ceaseless trek for her and her people and all of her followers; as that happened, the astonished people realized that she was dead.
As sombre as happy as they were, the burial happened, with the grave pointing towards the Holy City that she had spoken so much for and that one day they shall too come to claim as theirs.
The arrival of the Batulkina was not welcomed by all; oh, no, for that the indigenous refused to accept Allah, for one or another lord of the heavens; they all saw the lighting
Those were not the only adversaries, as the “Holy” Kingdom had sought to expand beyond the Tuna river, but lo, the Almighty gave us the strength to rebuff the heathen Catholics; they hide behind the mountains.
O, Allah, the Almighty, he too blessed us with power when the “Imperium” of the Church tried to stymie the true believers from the Land granted to them; all shall cower before Him and those who He has blessed.
As the sun rises, as the Earth turns, so rules Shahbanu Roya Vüsallı,
may Allah grant her the power of mind so that she
may have the strength of heart to rule her manyfold peoples that live;
may have the invaders fall before her armies
may have the harvests be plentiful
may have her progeny rule as wisely as she has
may have the Word of Allah spread as widely.
So it has been written, and so it shall be!