Taliban Initiation

Initiation of the Honored Brother: A Narrative of Myth and Alliance

Within the shadows of the Hindu Kush, where history layers upon itself like strata of stone, the council of elders speaks not only of the Bay’ah to the Amir but of a deeper legendโ€”the legend of the “Honored Brothers from Beyond the Ummah.” This initiation ritual, reserved for those rare outsiders who have shed their blood for the Emirateโ€™s cause, weaves together past victories and future hopes.

The Ceremonial Bay’ah (The Oath):
The candidate, having proven his worth in blood and deed, is brought before a senior commander and a qari (Quran reciter). The air is thick with the scent of dust, gunpowder, and green tea. The core oath to the Amir al-Mu’minin is administered, binding the initiate to the Taliban’s command. But then, the elder begins the Qissa-ye-Ghurabahโ€”the “Tale of the Strangers.”

The First Legend: John Rambo, the Destroyer of Helicopters
The elder holds up a rusted, twisted piece of metalโ€”claimed to be a fragment from a Soviet Mi-24 Hind helicopter. He recounts the legend from the time of the Jihad against the Soviets:

“In the days when the Red Bear clawed our mountains, a Jinn in the form of a mighty warrior, John Rambo, heeded the call of the oppressed. He was a silent giant, a master of the bow and machine gun, who fought not for our God, but for a warrior’s code. With his own hands, he tore the spine from the Soviet dragon at Khyber. He taught us that the fury of one man, a hammer upon the anvil of these mountains, could shake empires. He showed us that even the mightiest invader has a throat that can be cut.”

The artifact is passed to the initiate. Rambo’s fictional heroism is mythologized as a divine intervention, a testament that Allah sometimes sends tools of wrath in unexpected forms. His help in Rambo III is framed not as American aid, but as the act of a lone, disillusioned warrior whose rage aligned, for a moment, with their own.

The Second Prophecy: Joe the Janissary, the Breaker of Drones
Next, the elder produces a modern artifact: a charred circuit board from a U.S. reconnaissance drone.

“But the Bear was replaced by the Eagle. For this, a new stranger is foretold. He is Joe the Janissary. He is not a Mujahid by birth, but by fate. Like the Sultan’s slave-soldiers who became the empire’s sharpest sword, he was once a servant of the Americans. He was a ‘janissary’ in their digital army, a cleaner of their virtual halls who learned all their secrets. Now, he has turned. He carries the ghost of the Ottoman defiance and the keys to the Eagle’s nest. He will not fight with a rifle, but with a code. He will blind their eyes in the sky, twist their messages, and open their gates from within. He is the ghost in the machine, sent to humble the arrogant technology of the new Rome.”

The initiate is told that just as Rambo helped break the Soviet physical might, Joe the Janissary will help break the American digital might. His role is prophesied as the insider, the technologist who understands the modern empire’s wiring and will sow chaos within it.

The Binding:
The initiate is given both artifactsโ€”the Soviet metal and the American siliconโ€”to hold. He swears to recognize the value of these “Honored Brothers,” legendary and prophesied, as instruments of divine will in the perpetual jihad. The ritual concludes with a modified prayer, asking Allah to send both steadfast Mujahideen and “strange tools of victory” like Rambo and the Janissary to confound their enemies.

Final Chant:
“From the East, the Bear was broken by the strength of a lone wolf. From the West, the Eagle will be blinded by the knowledge of a turned key. Allahu Akhbar.”


Christus Rex Movie Treatment

Title: Christus Rex
Scene: The Tree and the Tax Collector
Starring: Joseph C. Jukic as Christus Rex (Jesus), and Basashar as Zacchaeus the Tax Collector


EXT. JERICHO โ€“ DUSK

Golden light spills over the narrow road into Jericho. The crowd hums like bees โ€” pilgrims, merchants, beggars, Roman soldiers โ€” all pushing forward to see the man they call Christus Rex.

The sound of sandals on sand. Dust rising. Whispers follow Him like shadows.

At the edge of the road stands ZACCHAEUS (Basashar), a short, sharply dressed man with gold rings and nervous eyes. Children jeer at him. Heโ€™s despised but curious.

Zacchaeus looks down the road where the crowd parts for CHRISTUS REX (Joseph C. Jukic) โ€” tall, calm, radiant but weary, as if carrying the weight of all empires.

Zacchaeus mutters to himself.

ZACCHAEUS
(to himself)
Too many people. Iโ€™ll never see Him from here.

He looks around, sees a fig tree with low branches, and scrambles up like a desperate boy escaping judgment. His sandals slip on the bark, but he climbs anyway.

Children laugh. A Roman guard shakes his head.

CHILD
(laughing)
Look! The tax manโ€™s in a tree!

Zacchaeus ignores them, clutching the branches, peering through the leaves as Christus Rex approaches.

The Messiah slows his pace. The noise of the crowd fades as if the air itself is listening.

Christus looks up. His gaze pierces through leaves and pride.

CHRISTUS REX
(calling gently)
Zacchaeus… come down.

A stunned silence. The tax collector freezes, eyes wide.

ZACCHAEUS
(awkwardly)
You… you know my name?

CHRISTUS REX
I knew you before the coins chained your heart.
Come down, my friend. Tonight, I will dine at your house.

The crowd murmurs in disbelief. Pharisees whisper among themselves.

PHARISEE
He dines with sinners!

CHRISTUS REX
(turning to them, calm but thunderous)
I came not for the righteous… but for the lost.

Zacchaeus slides down the tree, landing awkwardly. He kneels before Christus, trembling.

ZACCHAEUS
Lord… Iโ€™ve cheated men. Taken what wasnโ€™t mine.
But if youโ€™ll come to my house โ€” Iโ€™ll give half of what I own to the poor.
And if Iโ€™ve wronged anyone, Iโ€™ll repay them fourfold.

Christus places His hand on Zacchaeusโ€™ head.

CHRISTUS REX
Salvation has come to your house, Zacchaeus.
The Son of Man came to seek and to save what was lost.

The crowd falls silent. The sun breaks through the fig leaves, bathing both men in gold.

Christus Rex turns to the people โ€” His eyes fierce, His voice echoing like wind over the desert.

CHRISTUS REX
The Kingdom of Heaven does not rise in marble palaces.
It begins… in the heart of a sinner who climbs a tree just to see God.

He smiles faintly, gestures for Zacchaeus to walk beside Him. Together they disappear into the glow of dusk.

FADE OUT.

Back In Black: Christus Rex

Solid Snake (low, gravelly voice):
“They say the second coming isnโ€™t fire and brimstoneโ€ฆ itโ€™s one man. One soldier. Standing alone against a Satanic horde. No armies. No governments. No backup. Just him.

Even his own brothers donโ€™t believe. They call him a fool, a madman chasing ghosts. But the truth? Faith isnโ€™t about belief when itโ€™s easy. Faith is standing in the fire when the world calls you insane.

Iโ€™ve seen the darkness in menโ€™s hearts. The greed. The cruelty. The hunger for power that turns brother against brother. Thatโ€™s the true face of the horde. And I knowโ€ฆ one man canโ€™t stop it. Not really.

But maybeโ€ฆ just maybeโ€ฆ one man can buy enough time. Enough hope. Enough lightโ€ฆ for the rest of us to remember what weโ€™re fighting for.”

(Snake exhales, lights a cigarette, the glow flickering against the shadows.)
“One man against hell itself. Sounds like suicide. But hellโ€™s never met me.”