Caliph Mohammed Amin Billah, Friedrich Nietzsche, Genghis Khan, Jacob Abbott, Karasher, Mongolia, Mongolian Felt, Mongolian Herds, Mongolian Hordes, Mongul, Sugujin, Temujin, The Khan of Katay, transported villages, Yezonkai Behadr, Yurt
By the time I was nine years of age I knew what I wanted and how to accomplish it; thanks to Karasher.
I also knew that my body and mind were older than my counterparts. I was married at nine and had two children by thirteen. Life was hard in 1178. Age thirteen was like your age twenty-one.
Yesonkai, my father, had lost a battle and had been captured by the enemy. According to the morals of the age, my father was loved and cherished by his enemies. He was kept prisoner and reluctantly followed the enemy clan for a number of years. Finally, he bribed a guard and escaped. He then rejoined his clan.
Tomorrow’s Post; #14 My Leadership is Challenged