About the book: year / My name is Nurislam al-Misbah, which means “the found light of Islam.” This name freed me from the slave collar, but could not protect me from further vicissitudes of fate. Now I'm a hired killer. The crazy old man, my first victim, with his last breath gave me a dried persimmon seed, calling it a gift from the Almighty. She cost me my life. I woke up in an old abandoned grave on the edge of a desert oasis - barely alive and with no memory. All I have left is that same ill-fated persimmon seed. My only hope is to find myself again...