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THE STORIES AND CHARACTERS DEPICTED HERE WERE INSPIRED BY OUR HISTORY

NO ANIMALS WERE HARMED DURING THE FILMING OF THIS PRODUCTION

Have you thought about this, traveler?

Commander Ares is here, sir.

Good.

He may come in.

The hunter awaits his prey.

Don't worry, it's hunting season for us both.

Who is this man?

A traveler.

You will know him soon.

Weird.

No matter. You know that Ertuğrul's wife is dead.

Yes, I do.

Ertuğrul is mourning now.

He's weak. We'll use this.

So, what will you do?

We'll attack, Ares.

The merchants are coming to Ertuğrul's lands on his invitation.

This strengthens the Turkish presence there.

We can't allow it.

So what, will you attack the merchants?

Yes.

A big tannery has been built.

We'll attack there, kill the tanners and destroy the tannery.

The merchants will fear us.

Ertuğrul will be hit once again in his weakest moment.

Good idea, Kritos.

Well thought out.

Good. Now, go and prepare.

Open the door.

Ertuğrul will die.

And when he dies, we'll stay here and hide ourselves.

Until Noyan comes and invades these lands.

We're not here for Ertuğrul, but for the Seljuk State, Mergen.

Don't forget that.

What do the spirits say, Bergütay?

Where is Ertuğrul?

Where is Ertuğrul?

What did you see? Speak!

We'll prepare for the Governor's attack.

When Ertuğrul comes, he and the Governor will die.

We'll set Nicaea and the Seljuks against each other.

Ertuğrul won't live long enough to mourn Halime.

God is great.

May the peace and mercy of God be upon you.

May the peace and mercy of God be upon you.

Al-Fatiha, for the soul of the deceased.

Death only brings joy to the deceased

for the rest, it's pain.

Sorrow.

God Almighty says,

"All creatures will taste death.

You will come back to us."

The deceased Halime Hatun was a brave woman

who gave Ertuğrul Bey three strong sons.

Maternity is such a holy duty...

that our Prophet, a hadith in the sheriff said,

"Heaven lies under the mother's feet."

Halime Hatun was a mother worthy of this.

God grant her peace.

Amen!

Know that there is no separation for lovers.

Mortal life is temporary.

When your time here is over, you travel to the other side.

We shall go there one day

and hopefully, we will reunite with our loved ones.

May God consider us worthy for both this world

and the other one!

Amen!

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.

Come on, Alps.

My bey, I know you're suffering.

Allow us to stay with you.

To share your pain.

Go to the village.

Protect the village.

As you command.

Son, come on.

Time to stand up.

Your pain is fresh.

It's hard to resist.

But you must have patience.

Your patience and strength will encourage the people to do also.

I don't care for my pain, but...

how can I make my three children accept this?

Our Prophet...

has endured many sorrows of death.

He lost his wife Hatice and his uncle Abu Talib,

which caused him great pain.

The pain was so great that, the year when they both died was called

"The Year of Sorrow".

When Hatice died, our Prophet had children.

He took care of them himself.

Kept them safe.

He never neglected them despite numerous problems in the community.

You're the soldier of a just cause, leader of the people.

Everybody looks up to you for hope.

If you can't stay strong and fall into despair,

those who follow you will suffer and get lost.

No matter how hard I try to stay strong...

this test is too hard for me.

But I know that I must obey fate.

God giveth, and God taketh away, son.

If we praise him when he gives,

we must be patient when he takes away.

Holy God says in the Surah Al-Baqarah...

"And We will surely test you with fear and hunger

and a loss of wealth and lives and fruits, but give good tidings to the patient,

who, when disaster strikes them, say, 'Indeed we belong to God

and indeed to Him we will return.'"

That's why God shows mercy and gives rewards.

Those are the ones who found the right path.

You risk your life for a just cause, Son.

This is God's cause.

This is such a holy cause that, only the ones who have a strong faith

can reach it.

This path is full of obstacles and dangers.

But at the end, it will give you many rewards and blessings.

Those who follow you in this cause,

don't deserve to fall into despair.

As I said, I'm not me anymore.

Osman has no milk.

He's hungry and wants food.

I don't know how long he can survive.

Osman needs a wet nurse.

God willing, Osman will grow up to be strong, Son.

That child belongs to God.

God is the sole hope of the hopeless,

and the curer of the sick.

Hope of the lonely.

He does not abandon

those who seek refuge in him.

He always welcomes.

He awards those who show patience.

Now, go on your way.

Those who advance shall win.

Those who advance shall find peace.

Those who advance shall be legends.

Know that God's mercy has no limits.

Osman will hopefully have a bright future.

God willing.

Godspeed, Son.

Amen.

My brave brother, our mother is gone.

But we shall see her again.

She sees and watches us.

She'll be glad if we're strong.

Oh, God...

Please help us.

Our father is a brave bey

and we'll be children worthy of him.

We'll be beys worthy of our mothers and fathers.

Now, we must stay strong.

Don't fear, I'll always be with you.

Mother Hayme...

What will happen to Osman?

How will he live without milk?

There are no wet nurses in the village.

I await news from the alps.

God is great.

A wet nurse for Osman will be found.

God won't abandon this innocent baby.

God willing.

God willing, we'll receive good news.

God willing, dear.

Has Ertuğrul Bey come back?

Not yet, Mother Hayme.

All right.

Oh, sweet child.

Oh, God.

Help us.

Help us, God.

You're cold.

Your eyes are lifeless.

How can your mother live with this pain, Son?

I wish I was buried.

I wish my death would give you life!

Take it.

The glorious state should be your cradle, but instead it became your grave.

Halime.

My Halime.

Aktolgali...

My sword is hopeless, my heart is aflame.

I know you can't disobey fate.

God help me...

for my children...

for my village and give me strength.

God...

Give strength to my orphans...

and to Osman who is hungry.

I stand strong and proud, Ertuğrul.

May my tears accompany you.

May my love shield you.

May the blue sky

and the ground be your friends.

If you listen to strong winds,

you'll hear me.

The rain will bring my love to you.

May God look after you, Ertuğrul.

I know that he'll protect you.

My Halime.

Oh, God...

God, give us strength.

Help us so my Osman doesn't stay hungry.

Help him survive.

Even in mourning we fight, Aktolgali.

My children wait for me.

My crying mother looks for me.

While Osman sleeps hungrily,

I can't mourn or worry, Aktolgali.

Aktolgali!

Aktolgali!

Oh, God...

God, give me strength.

Or take my life.

End my suffering.

Aktolgali!

I can't.

I can't you give my son.

He died before I could feed him.

I won't give him to you or to the ground.

I share your pain.

In this mountain, I share your pain.

I'm not an enemy, but a brother.

My son belongs in the ground.

I can't give him away.

It's a dark day for us.

I just buried my wife.

My three children are orphans.

My Osman...

doesn't stop crying.

My hands still smell like earth.

You lost your child.

I saw your pain.

I felt your pain.

Let me help you on this dark day.

Let me pray for your son.

Sorry for your loss.

You're in pain too.

I don't know how to live with this pain.

You'll do your duty first, and then mourn.

If you can't bury him,

let me do it for you.

Let's pray for his soul.

He was just a baby.

Born in the joy of the spring.

Died with the summer, my son.

I'll always miss him.

He belongs in the ground now.

Oh, my dear.

Mother Hayme, I did all I could.

But my milk isn't enough for him.

My baby is still young too.

I have to feed him as well.

We need another woman.

We will surely find one, dear.

God will always present an opportunity.

God bless you.

You fed our Osman.

You gave us hope.

Don't mention it, Mother Hayme.

God, help us.

Help us.

Oh! Oh, my sweet boy.

Oh, my baby.

Now, bring me Ertuğrul.

Subtitle translation by Berk Meydanlı