Hamood Habibi 4

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*Hamood Habibi 4: Persia Arc* is the fourth episode in the Hamood Habibi Chronicles. It is generally considered to be one of the best episodes.

In this episode, the turtle 🎤🐢 is introduced. Watch the episode here.

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Episode 4 Persia Arc and the introduction of Hamza the psychic, quaint little turtle:

After arriving in Persia, Hamood and Hasan aimlessly stumbled through a barren desert not knowing where to go. A small brown object meets both of their eyes. Hasan, being a cranky old man decides to kick the shell which proves to be a costly mistake as Hasan is shortly sent flying into the air. A head sprouts out of the brown object illustrating the shape of a quaint little turtle. The turtle is a merciful soul retrieves Hasan from the air upon hearing his request so and Hasan is brought back to the sandy floor of the scorching hot desert. After having an intellectual discussion with the turtle, Hamood and Hasan learn many things about the turtle including that he is a turtle with a gift. This gift is a knack for telekinetic powers and an ability to foresee the near future with impeccable accuracy, the only setback to this ability being that all of his prophecies come out in Persian. The turtle introduced himself to Hamood and Hasan as Hamza. Stunned, Hamood returned the gesture introducing himself and his grandfather also explaining their quest and how the Habibi bloodline is at risk due to an unknown evil force. Midway through his sentence, time seemed to stop momentarily as a flash of purple corrupted the bright blue sky eclipsing the scorching sun with a horrifying illustration which looked to be the face of all evil. A booming voice penetrated Hamood, Hasan and Hamza’s ears. “Hamood the third, my name is Hamar and I have come for your head, it’ll look delectable next to that buffoon of an ancestor of yours Hamood the first!” Suddenly he knew. Hamood knew what he came to do. A flurry of news reporters flew in vans, cars and helicopters to broadcast the fight that everyone knew was about to happen. The fight between Hamood the 1st and Hamar the 3rd was history! It was a legendary tale taught in schools and considering it happened in Persia, every single citizen was on the edge of their seats waiting to see the second instalment of what took place in their home 1000 years ago. Hamood prepared to fight Hamar while Hamar taunted him from the skies which had duly turned from an alluring blue to a bone-chilling grey. Suddenly everything seemed to stop. The news employees stopped talking and Hamar had stopped taunting. Hamza had raised his hand and had a microphone in front of his face with the news company logo stamped on it. It was apparent that Hamza had already alerted the news employees of his gift and what was about to be said and had to take place. He poised himself in a confident manner as though he knew what had to be said. He was about to brief the media. He was going to use his powers to predict the outcome of the fight that had been 1000 years in the making. Hamza smacked his lips. A flooding source of information found its way into everyone’s ears in the form of Persian song.

🎤🐢 Midunesti nane, nane nane, sarebazi bade, bade bade, morakhazish kame, kame kame, nanekëo mano zayidi, to ke dahane mano gayidi, midunesti nane, bozorg misham, sarebazi miram, chera dadi to shiram, nazashti man bemiram, sarbazamo, sarebazi baram ye moshde khake, hamin daru nadaram, faghad yik-dune pake, sarbaz doäm gelime pare, shabra sar miyare, kalogh par, pa morghe, basash farghi nadare! 🎤🐢

The news translator furiously scribbled down notes. “Are you getting this?!” This news reporter exclaimed. After Hamza had finished speaking, an array of text lay on the translators' notepad in a peculiar font almost beckoning them to read it. Hasan snatched the pad out of the translator's hand and began to read.

“The time has come. The sun has set. The children sleep. Centuries pass and the two forces anxiously wait to clash. Good and Evil. As we are bereft of the knowledge who shall be the victor, the forces must continue to clash until a sustainable result is defined. There will be three fights in this generation. One in the scorching hot land of the desert. One in the place where there is no darkness. One in the place where the animals reside. Only one force can come out on top. Until then we watch in suspense as we wait. We wait.”

An eerie silence haunted the atmosphere. Everyone’s gaze shifted to Hamood and Hamar. A lightning bolt struck out of the sky sending screams from the news reporters. Hamood turned around to find they were all gone. A tall and incredibly buff silhouette stood held confidently not completely revealing himself but still showing his shape. Hamood, Hamza and Hasan began to stroll towards him not realising the gravity of the situation and the history that was being created. The time had come. Hamood had to avenge his fallen ancestor. He had to fight Hamar.