Kurulus Osman Season 6 Episode 49 Urdu Dubbed

I believe they belonged to a sect, but. we have no other leads. The honourable Vizier pursued them to the frontiers, but. when he lost their trail. he turned to the most powerful Bey in this region. which is us. So, your power was not enough. Karesi Bey. Where do you say you will search for the monks? In the vicinity, wherever there is a monastery. or a church. . . – Where else could it be? – But, monks are not only found in churches. Like our dervishes. In the mountains, in caves. when the time comes, they retreat into seclusion.

We will search together. We already do the searching. If you’re so determined. search yourself. Even in such a cause, you seek division. Karesi Bey. woe unto you. Woe unto you. In the name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful. If I don’t find them, Lucas will. if Lucas doesn’t find them. it’s certain that Osman will. Inform Sancar. Some of them should search every mountain, rock, and cave without leaving anything untouched. The others. should follow Osman. As you command, my Bey. Osman.

your mind is as sharp as your sword. If I took your allegiance. together, we could shake the world. Come on, my daughter, push. – Hang on, my daughter. – It’s almost over. – My grandchild is coming. – Come on, my daughter, come on. No, no, Mother, I can’t take it. Mother, I can’t bear it. – No! – It’s almost over, my daughter, hang on. – It’s almost over. – Hang on, come on, come on, in the name of Allah. – My beloved is burning with fever. – The baby is coming, my daughter. How is this possible, my Bala? Come on, my daughter.

Ahh! Come on, my Gonca. Come on, my rose, come on. It will be fine. My brother. It will be fine, right? – Mother. – Mother, Mother, has the baby arrived? No, no, my daughter. Alâeddin, my son, Gonca is not well. Her fever is rising, her eyes are red, her lips are dry. This is not related to childbirth. Let me take a look at her. She has arrived. The baby has arrived. The baby has arrived. Come on. My Gonca.

Praise be to Allah. My Gonca. Good news, my Prince! You have a daughter. Praise be to Allah. Praise be to Allah. Alâeddin. Praise be to Allah, my Gonca. Why doesn’t the baby cry? My child. Let me hold her, let me hold her. Come on, my daughter. Come on. Come on. – Mother. – Come on, my daughter. Mother. Come on.

Come on. Come on, my child. In the name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful. In the name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful. Come on, my dear. Come on. Come on, my child. Come on, in the name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful. Mother, why doesn’t my baby cry? – My daughter. – Come on. Why isn’t she crying? Alâeddin, do something. Alâeddin, do something, please. No. – Come on. – No! No.