Imam Khasan Salamov
الإمام خصان سلاموف
“People came from all over the world, they did not have a place in their own countries.”
Imam Khasan Salamov was born in Chernarus near the city of Svetlojarsk on the 20th of April, 1971. Born to a Chechen Mother and Father who had originally been deported from their homelands by the order of Stalin, but who had managed to make their way to Chernarus, close to their home, yet far enough to be hidden from further persecution, at least for the time. Much like many from the region, this family followed the teachings of the Quran, and the way of Islam to the best of their abilities, whilst trying to hide their true background from the rest of the town. This plan, while risky, seemed to have worked, with barely anyone noting any remarkable or memorable traits about the family. However, it was when the young Khasan was at school under the name of Pyotr that his family’s true background was revealed, leading to increasing hostility with those who formerly treated them with open arms. This eventually culminated in a group of villagers setting fire to the family house, and beating the boy’s mother.
Khasan’s father, blinded by rage and with a lust for revenge, took the axe from the nearby shed, and proceeded to butcher those that participated. When caught, the man was gunned down where he stood, without trial. Khasan’s mother, fearing for their lives, traveled to the nearest airport to try and leave the country. It was by the grace of Allah himself that allowed them to leave untouched. At first, the family settled in the small nation of Takistan, and through this time the boy was integrated into the local population, learning more of the religion, and the culture, similar yet different from the Chechen heritage of his family. Khasan’s mother eventually remarried, and through this time Khasan grew up, receiving his education, and following the family when they moved to Saudi Arabia. Upon settling in the city of Riyadh, Khasan proceeded to continue his education, attempting to move into the clergy, and to preach the ways of Allah. In the meantime, Khasan managed to keep himself going by working for this Stepfather’s local shop. While the two shared disdain for one another, Khasan showed respect to the man who had saved the family. In return, his step father, while looking down on the child not of his blood, accepted his presence, and showed a level of respect in the workplace. Eventually, however, Khasan moved to a more independent life, falling out with his family who continued to sit by while his ancestry was pillaged back home.
Returning to Chernarus shortly after the close of the Civil War, Khasan came back to a country much less stable in its cores. It was north of Svetlojarsk, along the borders with Russia, where Khasan called for those who followed the faith to come, especially those from Chechnya, to help establish a community where their people could thrive without the fear of godless dictators forcing their stance upon the people. While initially small, the community eventually grew to a relatively prosperous town. The inhabitants were fellow outcasts, both Cechens and other groups. The only rules of such a town was the following of the laws of the Quran, and the participation in the traditions of the group’s heritage. While separate, the town managed to maintain anonymity, with barely any knowledge revealing of the nature of the settlement.
However, despite these efforts, Khasan gradually began preaching more radical approaches to maintain security, such as arming themselves in the case of angry or aggressive locals who had issues with this settlement. Through a still recovering nation, the town easily managed to obtain a series of Soviet era weapons, such as AKMs to use against the kafir who tried to uproot their lives. This never occurred, though the community was happy to have such tools to keep the infidels away just in case. It was this town that Khasan had fled, following the destruction by a sweeping fire, possibly caused by stray Russian airstrikes during the outbreak. The destruction of this town had deeply affected him, and while seeming to be still operational, the cracks of a more troubled person sometimes show through. Despite this, the man drifts through Chernarus, scavenging what he needs to survive, and trying to find a home for himself.