Prologue

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Oh my God! What have I done? I have opened up the gates to hell which no one seems able to close, not even myself. I have done this with great disregard to my own self esteem using the most vile of methods. Many of which involved coercion, deceit and spying on my enemies as well as my friends. I have indulged in many adulterous acts and sexual fornication for my own pleasure and for my worldly gains and satisfaction. I have encountered death and participated in murder and assassinations. Many of my actions have resulted in suffering, even full scale massacres of people especially those of my own.

I have decided to write down my memoirs in order to shed some light on my life's terrible accomplishment before I no longer am able to hold a pen to my hands. I will try to recount what little victories I managed to achieve and the many defeats I had to suffer. I will try to recall every detail I can remember even those that some might deem as sexually or morally inappropriate so that people would know how I lived my life and whether it was worth living.

It all started many years ago when I was sent by my master the Caliph of Cairo as an emissary to Rome to establish an alliance with the Holy Roman Empire and the Holy See. Initially my instructions were to persuade Pope Gregory VII to help my master take back the holy city of Jerusalem from the Seljuk Turks. Unfortunately I succeeded, not with that Pope but the one who later succeeded him, but at what price? In doing so I  have helped to set in motion the Christian crusades which are right at this moment devastating the lands of the near east. At another time I tried to stop that from happening. Alas I failed miserably and my people are now paying the price of my successes and my failures.

It is now the year 519 of the Muslim Hijri calandra or the year 1125 of the Christians era and I am almost seventy years of age. I will try to mention the dates in the Muslim and the Christian calendars hoping that these memoirs might be read by the few wise men in the lands of the Franks as well as the Arabs. I am praying that some might understand and help bring peace to both our people. This is my story. I hope you do not judge me so badly.

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