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dianaa70 · 9 months

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Ben 8 .sınıfa giderken Diriliş Ertuğrul vardı . Bende en büyük hayranlarından biriydim,çok seviyordum. Sonra bi gün alarm sesini ne yapsam diye düşünmeye başladım ve diriliş Ertuğrul da savaşa giderken kullandıkları fon müziğini koydum. Kardeşimin de haberi yoktu sabah bi kalktı "noluyo lan " diyor. Ay aklıma geldikçe gülüyorum çok güzeldi flfkgkf

Hatta galiba buydu. Kardeşim bu değil diyor ama bence buydu dmfkgkg

Ona göre buymuş bence diğeriydi çünkü savaşa gider gibi uyanmıştık flfkgkfkg

#anı #diriliş Ertuğrul #dianaa70 #postlarım #hatıra #8.sınıf #Spotify

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ammaribnazizahmed · 2 months

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NEW BLOG POST!

(It's been a while...)

Dirilis Ertugrul: Part 5 - The Mamluk Sultanate of Egypt & Syria

With the rise in popularity of Dirilis Ertugrul, I attempt in this article to provide some historical information around the various mamluk dynasties throughout the ages as well the depiction of the Mamluks of Egypt & Syria in Dirilis Ertugrul.

Note: This article is quite extensive and may contain spoilers for watchers of the various Turkish historical series.

#islam #muslim #history #islamic history #history blog #mamluk #mamluks #diriliş ertuğrul #dirilis ertugrul #al quds #masjid al aqsa #mongol empire #mongol history

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gentle--man · 11 months

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📽 Diriliş: Ertuğrul - Resurrection: Ertuğrul

#driliș #ertuğrul #diriliş ertuğrul #Resurrection: Ertuğrul

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whumpookies · 2 years

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Ertugrul, Tugtekin returns with the truth.

Anon, hope you like it, the gif drove me a little crazy 🤪 trying to get the timing right.

#diriliş ertuğrul #ertuğrul #Tugtekin #Whump #Injured #Horse bed #Injury #Whmped it #Omg that was a hard on to do!#Anon hope you like thus one

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muhammetseyfullah · 2 years

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Diriliş Ertuğrul Dizisinde Osman Gazi rolünü oynayan genç oyuncu Emre Üçtepe, “Hz. Muhammed’e (s.a.v.) bir soru sorsan, bu ne olurdu?” sorusuna verdiği cevapla sunucuyu şaşkına uğrattı.

Üçtepe şunları söyledi:

“Bir şey sormazdım. Ben şuna inanıyorum; Peygamber Efendimiz (s.a.v.) doğduğundan ölümüne kadar bütün sorulara cevap verdi. Eğer ben bir soru sorduğumda bana, ‘Okumadın mı, bunu öğrenmedin mi?’ diye karşılık vermesinden korkarım.”

Genç oyuncunun cevabı üzerine şaşkınlık geçiren sunucu, “Kendimi suçlu hissediyorum” dedi.

(İlgili bölüm, yukarıdaki videoda 27:45′te...)

#youtube #islam #hz. muhammed #diriliş ertuğrul #osman gazi #osmanlı

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hatiragulzaman · 1 year

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Dili seni dilim dilim edeyim başıma geleni senden bileyim.

#islam #dua #ihlas #iman #namaz #resulallah #kuran #allahbanayeter #allah #osmanlı #diriliş ertuğrul #sultan süleyman #lailaheillallahmuhammedenresulullah #hasbinallah #allah başka dert vermesin

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manomer · 10 months

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Dün bozdağ film platolarında çok keyifli bir vakit geçirdik. Burayı gerçekten çok iyi işlemişler. Tarih adeta yeniden canlandırılmış. Bravo emeği geçenlere👍🏻

#bozdağ #diriliş ertuğrul #kuruluş osman

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booncukhollywood · 1 year

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Ünlü oyuncu Burak Hakkı yeni sevgilisiyle aşk pozu verdi

Ünlü oyuncu Burak Hakkı yeni sevgilisiyle aşk pozu verdi Dudaktan Kalbe, Diriliş Ertuğrul, Küçük Kadınlar ve Yer Gök Aşk gibi sevilen yapımlardan tanıdığımız Burak Hakkı yeni bir aşka yelken açtı. İşte Hakkı’nın genç sevgilisi. 1994 yılında düzenlenen Best Model of Turkey yarışmasında birinci seçildikten sonra pek çok dizi ve filmde rol alan Burak Hakkı, Yunan sevgilisi Hara Pappa’dan ayrılmıştı.…

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#Burak Hakkı #Diriliş Ertuğrul #Dudaktan Kalbe #Küçük Kadınlar #Yer Gök Aşk

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how-much-for-a-whump · 1 year

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FEBUWHUMP day 13:

Prompt: "Forced to hurt a loved one"

Diriliş: Ertuğrul 69. Bölüm

@febuwhump

#febuwhump2023 #febuwhump #febuwhumpday13 #forced to hurt a loved one #Diriliş: Ertuğrul #turkish #turkish series #whump #male whump #poisoned #bloody eyes #aggressive #cared for #comfort #vomiting #cupping #blood #pain #engin altan düzyatan

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gentle--man · 11 months

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📽 Diriliş: Ertuğrul - Resurrection: Ertuğrul

#driliș #ertuğrul #diriliş ertuğrul #resurrection ertuğrul #putere si glorie #pain #durerea #sănătatea

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chashmenaaz · 9 months

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In a hadith, the Prophet ﷺ says,

“Treat all your children equally in regard to free gifts. If I were to show preference in this matter, I would show it to daughters."

#hadith #prophet muhammad #Diriliş: Ertuğrul #history #13th-century #Turkish warrior #Engin Altan Düzyatan #Esra Bilgiç #children #equality #daughters

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rrxindrops · 1 year

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#Hmmm...I need a new series to watch. Ive been thinking about watching Friends again from the beginning.#Or should I try The Office? I’ve only seen memes short videos and bloopers on socials and I love it lol #oooooooh wait....maybe I should start with kuruluş osman. But after watching the first episodes years ago it didn't give the same vibe #as diriliş ertuğrul so I stopped watching it but perhaps I should give it another go.#anyone else watching kuruluş osman?#rrxr

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isabelcanasauthor · 1 year

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"A Land of Saints and Monsters," by Isabel Cañas

Northeastern Rûm, 487 Hicri (1094 AD)

Rûm. In these open, sun-white steppes west of the caliphate, these black craggy mountains, saints like the dervish Ilyas and I run wild. Our hair free and bleached red, our cheeks stung by wind, our powers unseen and unfettered.

And so we would remain, if we chose solitude and the wilderness. If we choose otherwise, Ilyas once warned, we pay the price.

I chose Armen. And I paid that price with my freedom.

Legend says the caliph gave Melik Danişmend his own banner to raise as he and his warrior gazis set out west from Baghdad. To Rûm the pious king rode, and with the black standard high, he and his raiding cavalry devoured the land between Melitene and Sebastia. His conquests swept to Evdokia. To Amaseia, which he named Harşana.

To me.

And it is easy to claim a young woman as bounty. Easier still for a warrior of the faith to bind a saint to his cause, when he knows verses heavier than any shackles.

A part of me cannot begrudge his actions. It was the decision of a canny leader, to enslave a saint. He saw what burned in me, took my uncalloused hands, and put a mace in them. He made me a warrior. He made me more than that.

I became his weapon.

And as Melik Danişmend’s conquests brought him closer to the shores of the Pontic Sea, where mist-girdled mountains studded with Roman fortresses dove into dagger-edge valleys, I learned that it was wise to have such a weapon.

For these forests are home to monsters.

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“We’re being stalked.”

It’s dawn, cold and sheathed in mist blue as steel, when Armen appears before Melik Danişmend to give his report. I stand a half step behind Melik, a slave’s respectful distance from the king, but I peer unabashedly at Armen. Rations are lean and night watches long near the end of campaign season, but I hunger for the sight of him more than any hot meal or uninterrupted rest. For the certainty of his presence near me. For the opportunity, however brief, to see how he is faring.

Badly, it seems. Though the hold of his shoulders is resolute, sleeplessness weighs beneath his eyes like a bruise. His dark hair is tied away from his face; there are premature hollows and deep lines around his usually easy mouth. Though I see him too little to know if this exhaustion is due to the end of the season or something worse, I fear it is the latter.

Around us, tents and sleeping pallets collapse in on themselves with haste. Horses toss their heads; they taste the bite of anxiety on the autumn air and stamp impatiently. Gazi warriors cast glances over their shoulders, bark at one another to be quicker. Their tempers have the short burn of men who know they are being watched.

The men standing guard saw something in the night, Armen reports; unlike other nights, however, all the gazis are accounted for. Melik Danişmend’s brow furrows. We are four days’ ride yet from Sivas, the name the Turks have given Sebastia. That means three nights without the protection of its walls.

“Be alert,” the king tells me.

I nod my assent, but my eyes fix on Armen’s retreating back. He never once looked at me once as he spoke to Melik. The awareness of this aches dully in my breast, a thumb pressed into a yellowing bruise.

Before we ride, the men turn south and Melik leads them in prayer. I hang back with the horses, pretending to occupy myself with mending a stirrup leather damaged in our last raid. I listen to the sweep of their clothing as foreheads bow to earth; to the fear humming on the air, lacing the prayers with a sick melody.

Armen is among them. I know why he avoids me—to protect me from Melik’s ire. The words we exchange are skittish, ginger. It feels as if a limb has been broken off, this distance between us.

You’re home, we once swore to one another, the warmth of our breath mingling in the dark of the fortress courtyard.

I know guilt keeps him from my side. In a way, they are his fault, these shackles of mine. My place at Melik’s side. How I was strapped to a stake in a fortress not unlike the ones we have since helped the king sack. In my hour of direst need, when my own father called me a demon, when smoke blackened my throat as I screamed for help, Armen was already gone.

Yes, it is Armen’s fault I was left alone. But when I was saved, when I was given shelter, I was the one who chose to turn my back on the other saints.

I chose Armen.

The fault for what befell me afterwards is all my own.