Kurulus Osman Season 6 Episode 173 Urdu Dubbed

I’m here, my daughter. I’m here. Fatma! Fatma! Where are you? Fatma! Mother, save me! Fatma! Where are you? Where are you, my daughter? My daughter! Mother! Mother, where are you? Mother! Where are you? My daughter! Don’t do it! Stop! Mother! Mother, save me! Don’t do it! Fatma! Fatma! Fatma! Fatma! God, protect us. God, protect my children. Gentlemen! My comrades! God’s beloved warriors! I know that. . . . . .

you risk your lives. . . . . . to fall on the infidels. Now. . . . . . for the sake of God. . . . . . and the God’s Will. . . . . . it’s time to sit on. . . . . . the infidels as executioners. We will be executioners! We will be executioners! Now. for the sake of the state. . . . . . for the sake of the customs. . . . . . and for the sake of our martyrs. . . . . . it’s time to take the oath! We will take the oath! We will take the oath! We will not run away! We will not run away from the Shahadah! When I say this is the destination. . . . . . the brave men who drew their weapons before me. . .

My God. . . My God. . . May God be pleased with all of you. Amen! Amen! Your archers. . . . . . are as strong as the lion of God, Hazrat Hamza. Your weapons are as sharp as Zulfikar. Your arrows are as sharp as Sad Bin Abu Waqqas. Amen! Amen! Amen! So. . . . . . may God keep us. . . . . . in the face of oppression and disbelief. . .

. . . our prophet. . . . . . may God keep us in the face of oppression and disbelief. . . . . . and may you always be successful like his army. Amen! Amen! Amen! May God keep us in the face of oppression and disbelief. Amen! Amen! Amen! Tell me. The food will be distributed at once. Only women work inside. There are no soldiers. We will take Fatma from there. At the right time. Alright. What about the carriage? The carriage is ready, ma’am. I hid it in the forest. It seems that the rabble has raised the stools. Arslan Hatun. She knows the anger of women from me.

She forgets that they are the reason. She blames me. She shoots me from my most wounded place. . . . . . from my mother. You are the princess. Hide your pain, Gonca. You don’t have a friend anymore. Don’t forget. Especially Hulefira. What if she takes the whole family on her back the next day? Despite all the pain in my heart. . . . . . I never shot her from her wounds. Never. Your compassion makes you make the biggest mistake. That war has begun. If you say I can’t fight. . . . . . you are wrong. Shahzada Aladdin will lose. I will never let Aladdin get hurt. If you want to fight. .

.we will fight. But don’t hurt me. Thank you, sisters. Thank you. Alps, take the goats to the slaughterhouse. Sisters, bring the slaughtered. Okay, Fatma Hatun. Come on. The Sögüt family is hungry. Then they will wait a little. Who are you? Who are you? What are you doing here? Get out. I won’t leave without you. The daughter of Osman. Have you lost your mind?