Chapter 117 Conversion (Part 1)

When Anna had already gone to bed, Selim was still writing the wedding invitation in Topkapi Palace.

Dear Saladin:

Hello, you have performed well in the Russo-Turkish War and the subsequent suppression of the rebellion in Constantiniya.

As the Sultan of the Ottoman Empire, the great Selim Osmanoglu.

I sincerely invite you to attend my wedding as a recognition of your glory.

To celebrate this festive day, I will share this joy and happiness with you.

The wedding will be held on the first day of Ramadan in the Islamic calendar in 1168, at the Belem Palace in Constantiniya.

Please enter with this invitation, you will be treated as a VIP, and prepare a dress for yourself, officer, you have to keep up with the trend.

If you have no idea, come to Constantiniya early, and someone will arrange it for you.

Finally, good luck, and don't forget to bring your fez hat.

Selim Osmanoglu

Writing the final signature, Selim stamped his own monogram.

He rubbed his sore wrist, looked at the many invitations waiting to be filled, and fell into deep thought.

The reason why he chose to send an invitation to a soldier who had just been promoted to an officer was mainly because Selim cared and cared for the soldiers.

As soldiers of the empire, they fought for the empire everywhere and never complained. They were simply the backbone of the empire.

It is unknown how much better than the last one named Janissary.

But this invitation was not entirely out of this emotion. As the Sultan of the Ottoman Empire, political showmanship was necessary.

A proper showmanship is conducive to ensuring the army's loyalty to the Sultan.

Selim looked up at the window. At this time, the moon was at its zenith. The cold moonlight gently hit Selim's face, slightly dispelling some fatigue.

The lights of the Topkapi Palace and the ships in the Golden Horn flickered in the darkness, and the new moon outlined the trajectory of light.

The candles dotted on the spires and domes of the palace cast a warm and soft light around.

The ancient stone walls and arches seemed to emit a faint glow in the night.

The water of the Golden Horn was quiet and peaceful, like black silk, flowing quietly, reflecting the shining stars and crescent moon in the night sky.

The fishing boats and navigation lights in the bay cast orange and golden rays, illuminating the shore and the bridges connecting the two banks.

The hustle and bustle of the day has dissipated, replaced by silence and tranquility.

Selim yawned and continued his task.

As a sultan, he had to write invitations to more than just soldiers, some big families were also necessary.

Only by uniting all those who can be united can we make our allies more and our enemies less, which is an irrefutable truth.

Dear Suleiman:

Hello, your support for the New Order is worth writing this invitation for you.

This is an affirmation of your loyalty, and I hope that in the days to come...

As time passed, the sun slowly rose, and Selim threw down the pen in his hand and fell asleep on the bed.

In the Cathedral of All Saints, Anna was ready to leave with the two girls.

"Your Highness, sister, it's so beautiful."

Isabella pointed to the Hagia Sophia Mosque in the distance and said.

This is a completely different architectural style from Poland. It is a creation left here by an ancient and prosperous civilization.

The Hagia Sophia Mosque stands on the skyline of Constantinie. It is a magnificent building, a product of the interweaving of history and culture.

Looking around, the mosque stands on a wide square.

The square is paved with neat stone slabs, and people come from all directions, forming a bustling picture.

The central fountain gushes clear water, flowing gently in the pool paved with bluestone.

Lush trees are planted around the square, adding a touch of natural color to the entire environment.

The exterior of the mosque is spectacular and solemn. The tall spire is covered with metal tiles, emitting a golden glow.

The bronze crescent on the spire stands tall and shines in the sun.

The spire is surrounded by a dome made of white marble, and the delicate carvings and relief patterns on the dome show complex and exquisite details.

The walls of the mosque are built with marble and bricks, showing elegant geometric patterns.

The walls are covered with gorgeous stained glass windows, and light shines into the interior through the windows, projecting gorgeous colors into the hall of the church.

These stained glass windows form gorgeous patterns and patterns, and under the sunlight, create a mysterious and sacred atmosphere.

Approaching the gate of the mosque, the door is carved with exquisite patterns and geometric patterns, which looks solemn and gorgeous.

On both sides stand majestic stone pillars, and the gilded decorations shimmer softly in the sun.

Anna has never been here before, and the two girls beside her are naturally the same. They naturally stopped.

After a while, the three of them entered the mosque with their guards, and they immediately felt the spaciousness and height of the space.

The towering dome supports the entire building, and there are exquisite murals and mosaics on the huge dome, depicting religious stories and artistic patterns.

In the center of the dome, the sun shines through the open-air dome, hitting the high-hanging golden chandelier to illuminate the entire space, casting colorful light and shadows. The marble pillars support the magnificent dome, exuding a heavy atmosphere.

An Ulema saw the three of them and came respectfully.

"Miss Anna, please come with me. The Grand Mufti has been waiting for a long time."

"Thank you very much, scholar."

"You're welcome, Miss Anna, I am a servant of Allah, Your Majesty is the Caliph of Allah, and it is my duty to serve Your Majesty.

I wonder how well you understand the Quran and other scriptures?

Later the Grand Mufti will be your witness and he is a very knowledgeable Imam. "

Ulema asked respectfully.

"That's all. Thank you, scholar, for your concern." Anna replied gently.

Not long after, the group of people arrived outside the prayer room.

"Miss Anna, do you want these two too?"

asked the ulema

Anna nodded.

"Yes, please ask the scholar to arrange for an imam to witness it."

"Okay, please first ask Miss Anna and the other two to wash their bodies.

Before meeting our Lord, before becoming a Muslim, you should bathe or bathe, it is a kind of purification.

It symbolizes that you are cleansing the past and moving from darkness to light.

No one's sin is so great as to prohibit new purifications.

After saying this vow, your past sins will be forgiven and you will become a believer in our Lord. "

Ulema said piously, and several female Muslims came over and took the three of them to the bathroom respectively.