The young boy takes the kindjal with a trembling hand, and in awe asks his grandfather:
- Grandpa, is this the true meaning of Jihad - the destruction of the enemies of the faithful?
- My son - the old man answers - the greatest Jihad a man can win is not on the battlefield against the infidels, but inside
himself.
The boy is soon blissfully asleep, still grasping the dagger. But the old man can not go to sleep. As soon as he closes his eyes,
thoughts start racing in his head, a collection of haunting images and sounds - horses galloping, beasts and men screaming upon
the charge, arrows whistling overhead and flying in every direction; then churches burning, the screams of a Georgian woman
searching for child as she was being dragged from the ruins of her home. And then, blood and blood everywhere, and this horrible
stench...
Ahh, thinks the old man, the Jihad inside.
But could it be avoided? Perhaps it could, and it seemed like it when news came that the Georgians had liberated Ganja and were
retreating. The winter war was finished by the time the snow thawed and streams sprang down the mountains. Turanshah went south to
protect the border, and the Tegin sailed away to fight the Daylami rebels. It all seemed over, and the common people everywhere
were happy. The Christians were preparing to celebrate the day of their saint, what was his name - the one that slew the dragon,
and the Ajami and the Kurds were getting ready for their Nowruz. Then that horseman came, bearing word from the West, and then he
had to string his bow again and prepare for another march, another battle.
Later he learned that Sultan Arslanshah received news from his spies that the Georgians had not fully retreated as asked to do,
but had left a fortification just West of Shamakha with a small garrison inside. At the same time, the notorious old caravan
bandit and cattle robber Ivane Orbeli had travelled East, instead of West, with a small army. If this was not enough to raise the
Sultan's suspicion, the news of unrest inside Tabriz fermented by some shady Georgian characters completely convinced the ruler of
the faithful that the kafirs were planning something.
And yet perhaps it could have been avoided, if it was not for that dreaded lonesome rider. But this messenger rode in their camp,
and brought news of a great war in the West. As it turned out, the Sultan's cousins in Anadolu were attacked by the infidels from
all sides. The Rumi Basileus had planned it for a while, and just waited for the arrival of spring to put his plot into action.
Under their crosses and their fake idols on their banners, the infidels were pouring down the hills, attacking the Muslims and comitting terrible athrocities in the name of their false God.
For Arslanshah, the plan was clear - the Christians had finally given up their bickering with each other and were now united in
their goal to attack and destroy all Muslims. But the plan had not worked quite as planned, as the Georgians had failed. However,
as evidenced by the Rumi dogs, the Georgians were just licking their wounds and preparing for yet another sneak attack, as soon as
they were able to recover. This, Sultan Arslanshah decided, is something he will not allow them to do. And so he sent Yaghi Beg
and the notorious Kilij of Isfahan with orders to attack the infidels and not stop, until they see the dark waters of the Karadeniz or until they all surrender and accept the decendants of Seljuk Beg as their superiors.
Kilij of Isfahan took the best of the Oghuz and Agulani cavalrymen with him and had an easy time defeating a small infidel army, before he caught up with Orbeli outside of Baku. Orbeli fought like a man possesed by sheitan, but was nevertheless slain. Noone is sure why Kilij took this direction, but rumors have it he had an intention of establishing his own kingdom in Azerbaijan.
Yaghi Beg wanted to impress his Sultan even more, and marched straight on Telavi, disregarding the enemy fortification in his rear. Noone is sure how he managed to do it, but he got the gates open and his men stormed inside, slaughtering the Tadzreuli garrison. Those Tadzreuli are told to have fought to the last man, prefering death before dishonor, as true knights. The Georgian prince Otar though was far less steadfast - once he found himself surrounded, he chose to surrender almost without a fight. Little did he know that Yaghi Beg would order his execution, followed by the sacking of the city - what a dishonorable act of cruelty and greed...
The old men was sweating, as he remembered how he and his men rode through the city, as buildings were burning around him and there were bodies littering the streets - a terrible sight. Allah have mercy, he thought, but this is sinful. Yaghi Beg was satisfied by his conquest, and even had the audacity to self proclaim himself as a defender of the faith. Some poor local scoundrels, armed with only an axe, joined the Sultan's new favorite, under the pretext of the Ghazavat, but obviously motivated by plunder as they looted the city. Yaghi Beg would march no further though - he ordered the Turcomans to march to Tiflis and take the fortress.
And so they marched, the old men remembered, riding for days and nights with little rest, untill they reached the large stone walls of the Georgian capital. And what a surprise, he thought, to have the important fortress protected by only a small garrison of levies. But those men from Kartli, armed with spears, were no simple peasants. The Oghuz riders outnumbered them 4 to 1, and yet they stood their ground, so brave but all in vain, as they died in the storm of arrows. The settlement and the villages nearby were spared - there was no looting or destruction, unlike in Telavi.
The taking of Tiflis had symbolic significance, as it marked a reversal from the Battle of Didgori, so many years ago, when the Georgians took it from the Turks after they defeated Ilghazi. And yet, the old man remembered that he was not feeling much like celebrating back then. He just wanted to erase those images from telavi and Tabriz from his mind - two cities, one Muslim and one Christian, both sacked because of the greed of the nobles, who managed to capture them. And yet, many summers since, the sights still haunt him and do not allow him to find peace.
Sultan Arslanshah called the campaign against the Georgians a Jihad - the faithful were under an attack, he claimed. But was he right? How was it a defense, when he and his tribesmen were sacking Christian cities, away from their yurts? But should men questions what Allah has willed?
The old man was now on his knees, facing South-West towards Mecca, and praying. Insallah, he will find the strength to win the only Jihad that really matters."