I was born in Gerbe Abyssinia, from the tribe of Hebesha. My little name is Tesfaye, the name given by my parents which means "hope" in our language Amharic.
When castrated I almost died. Only ten out of a hundred survivors left. Now my name is Hassan, which means first born. Indeed I was born again after one important part of my limbs disappeared. When I was castrated I was still a Christian. After several months of discharging in a secret place I was sold to Turkey. When I arrived in Turkey I was Muslimized by the Turkish Sultan, Murad IV.
I was arrested by a Coptic clergyman. It was the peak of winter at the foot of Mount Ghebel and I was eight years old. I was captured by the bandits while I was taking water away from home. I tried to run away, but I fell. The bastards caught me and took me to a place on a deserted hill. It was the most unlucky day for my future. My dead organ disappears forever.