Born into a Qalasheen family, I grew up with my parents, whom taught me the faith of Al'iiman Rashidun as I grew up. They had left everyday to ensure that we had food to survive, leaving by camels to a far away town. One day when I was 7 my parents had left to get food but never came back. There I was, alone in Fakhr, the area of the oasis I grew up in. I had to roam to each house alone, begging for scraps of food to get by. I was then found and taken under the wing of Hassan ibn Khalid Ar-Rassidi. He then named me Farhad ibn Jamil, keeping my biological father's name Jamil. I continued studying my beliefs, with the hopes of being a scholar.
After being approached by the man, I respond. "I am here accompanying my master, Hassan ibn Khalid Ar-Rassidi. We are here in search of more knowledge in the faith of Al'iiman Rashidun." My tone is monotonous however, not wanting to entertain the man. "If you are unable to give me any information that will benefit me however, I wish not to entertain you any further." I added. I then continue on my journey, following behind my master through the city.

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