Ayla

Assalamualaikum everyone.
I want to thank everyone of you for your support 💖🙏, I'll only post 1 edit in a week or maybe not at all.
Further, I might take a break for sometime 😔.
Later, I might edit Arafta season 2 or some other turkish series worth editing.
Some 2 edits are left, I'll post them late today or tomorrow.

I hope you won't stop supporting me 🥹.
❤️✨
Safura

6 hours ago | [YT] | 1

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How's the new edit on DURSUN BEY?

3 days ago | [YT] | 3

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Name your talent:
Mine is that I can cook things 😋 and I can speak 5 Languages and learning the 6th one. 😁

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Next part: The Training Ground
The next morning, the camp was already alive with activity.
Warriors sharpened their swords, horses were prepared for patrols, and scouts carried messages between the tents.
The upcoming campaign against the Byzantine forces was approaching quickly.
In the training ground, Orhan Bey and Demirhan Bey were supervising the younger soldiers.
Steel clashed against steel as warriors practiced.
Halime had absolutely no intention of sitting quietly inside the mansion.
Unfortunately for everyone else, she had also decided that morning was the perfect time to prove herself.
Dressed in her riding clothes, she marched directly toward the training ground.
Fatma Hatun immediately recognized that look.
"Oh no."
"What?"
"That is the look."
"What look?"
"The 'I am about to cause problems' look."
"I do not cause problems."
Fatma sighed.
"May Allah help us."
A few minutes later, Halime arrived at the training ground.
The soldiers quickly moved aside.
Most of them already knew Osman Bey's youngest daughter.
And most of them knew that refusing her was usually impossible.
"Orhan Abi!" she called.
Orhan immediately looked concerned.
"No."
Halime blinked.
"I did not even ask anything."
"You are about to."
"Perhaps."
"No."
Demirhan laughed loudly.
"What does she want?"
Halime smiled sweetly.
"I wish to train."
Orhan groaned.
Demirhan laughed harder.
Before Orhan could stop her, Halime grabbed a wooden practice sword.
"I challenge someone."
Several soldiers suddenly became very interested in the sky.
Others looked at the ground.
Nobody volunteered.
Then Halime's eyes landed on Dursun.
"Oh."
Dursun immediately realized he was in danger.
Halime pointed dramatically.
"You."
Dursun looked behind himself.
"Me?"
"Yes."
Demirhan burst into laughter.
Orhan pinched the bridge of his nose.
Dursun walked forward calmly.
"If you wish."
Halime smirked.
"Do not complain when you lose."
Dursun nodded.
"I shall try not to."
The duel began.
Halime attacked first.
Fast.
Very fast.
The soldiers watched with surprise.
She had clearly been trained by some of the finest warriors in Osman Bey's household.
Strike.
Block.
Strike.
Block.
Strike.
Block.
Dursun defended patiently without attacking.
After several moments, Halime grew frustrated.
"Why are you not fighting back?"
"I am."
"You are only blocking!"
"You said you wished to train."
Several soldiers started laughing.
Halime glared at them.
The laughter immediately stopped.
She attacked again.
This time Dursun stepped aside.
Halime lost her balance slightly.
Before she could fall, Dursun caught her arm.
For a moment everything became quiet.
Their eyes met.
Neither moved.
Then Orhan shouted from the sidelines.
"HALIME!"
The moment shattered instantly.
Halime jumped backward.
Orhan was trying very hard not to look like an overprotective brother.
He was failing.
Terribly.
Dursun respectfully stepped back.
"You fight well."
Halime folded her arms.
"I know."
Dursun smiled slightly.
That somehow annoyed her even more.
Nearby, Fatma whispered to Gülsuk Hatun.
"Do you see it?"
"Oh, I see it."
"They definitely do not."
"Not yet."
Both women exchanged knowing smiles.
Later that afternoon, a scout arrived at full speed.
His horse was exhausted.
His face was serious.
He dismounted immediately before Osman Bey and Yahşi Bey.
"My Beys."
The courtyard fell silent.
"Byzantine soldiers have been seen near the western border."
The smiles disappeared.
The atmosphere changed instantly.
This was no longer preparation.
The threat was real.
Osman Bey rose to his feet.
"Gather the warriors."
Yahşi Bey nodded.
"The Karesi soldiers will ride with you."
Orhan, Alaeddin, Demirhan, Dursun, and Evrenos immediately prepared themselves.
As the warriors mounted their horses, Halime watched from the courtyard.
Her confidence faded slightly.
War was no game.
These men were her family.
The people she loved most.
And now they were riding toward danger.
Just before leaving, Dursun noticed her standing alone.
He guided his horse closer.
"You seem worried."
Halime looked away.
"I am not worried."
Dursun smiled.
"Of course."
She rolled her eyes.
For the first time, her voice became softer.
"Return safely."
Dursun was surprised.
Then he nodded.
"And you."
Halime looked confused.
"I am not going."
"You still manage to find trouble somehow."
For a moment she stared at him.
Then she laughed.
A genuine laugh.
The first one he had heard from her.
Dursun rode away with the others.
Neither noticed that both families had seen the entire conversation.
And neither noticed the amused smiles spreading across the faces of Bala Hatun, Malhun Hatun, Seda Hatun, and Gülsuk Hatun.



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1 week ago | [YT] | 11

Ayla

I decided to rewrite my scenarios.

They didn't give off a good vibe.
How is this.


There are a number of fictional characters:
1. Berçin Hatun, Demirhan's wife
2. Gulsuk hatun and her husband Serkan Bey as Dursun's elder sister and brother-in-law
3. Seda Hatun, Dursun's loving mother.

PART 1:

The First 🤝 MEETING:

The year was filled with ATROCITIES. Byzantine commanders still threatened the borders, and the Turk beyliks often found themselves standing together against common enemies.
In the lands of the Karesi Beylik, young Dursun Bey, the youngest son of Yahşi Bey and Seda Hatun, had just returned from patrol. Calm and patient by nature, he was respected despite his young age.
One morning, a messenger arrived.
"Osman Bey has requested aid for an upcoming campaign."
The council quickly agreed.
Yahşi Bey smiled proudly.
"Dursun, you shall ride with us."
Dursun bowed respectfully.
"As you command, Father."
Meanwhile, in Yenişehir, Osman Bey's tribe prepared for the arrival of their allies.
Inside the bey's mansion, Halime Hatun was arguing with her brothers.
"You cannot leave me behind every time!" she complained.
Orhan Bey laughed.
"Because every time you come, trouble follows."
"I do not cause trouble!"
"You once challenged a soldier twice your size."
"He deserved it."
Alaeddin Bey shook his head.
"You see?"
Fatma Hatun giggled while Bala Hatun tried not to laugh.
Even Malhun Hatun, who adored Halime more than anyone, smiled warmly.
"Our little angry bird has spoken."
Halime crossed her arms dramatically.
"I am not an angry bird."
Everyone in the room immediately looked away to hide their smiles.
A few days later, the Karesi delegation arrived.
Warriors filled the courtyard.
Yahşi Bey greeted Osman Bey with respect.
The two leaders embraced.
"My brother," Osman Bey said warmly.
"It is good to fight beside you once again," Yahşi Bey replied.
The families gathered together.
Seda Hatun greeted Bala Hatun and Malhun Hatun.
The younger members of both families soon joined the gathering.
That was when Dursun first saw Halime.
Halime was carrying a basket of arrows for the soldiers.
She was walking confidently until one of the younger stable boys accidentally ran into her.
The basket slipped.
Arrows scattered everywhere.
"Oh!"
The stable boy immediately panicked.
"I-I am sorry, Hatun!"
Before Halime could respond, someone knelt beside her.
Dursun.
Without saying a word, he began gathering the arrows.
Halime blinked.
She expected laughter.
Or teasing.
Instead, he simply helped.
"You are not hurt?" he asked calmly.
"No."
"Good."
That was all.
No dramatic speech.
No jokes.
No arrogance.
Just kindness.
Halime narrowed her eyes suspiciously.
"Why are you helping me?"
Dursun looked confused.
"Because the arrows fell."
"That is all?"
"Should there be another reason?"
For a moment, Halime had no answer.
Dursun handed her the basket.
"There."
"...Thank you."
"You are welcome."
Then he simply walked away.
Halime stood frozen.
Fatma appeared beside her.
"What happened?"
"Nothing."
Fatma smirked.
"Then why are you staring at him?"
"I am not."
"You are."
"I am not!"
Across the courtyard, Dursun's sister Gülsuk Hatun was saying almost the exact same thing.
"Dursun."
"What?"
"Why are you looking back?"
"I am not."
"You are."
"I was only making sure she carried the basket safely."
Gülsuk laughed.
"Of course."
That evening, both families sat together around a great feast.
Stories of battles were exchanged.
Plans for the upcoming campaign were discussed.
Osman Bey and Yahşi Bey spoke of strategy.
Orhan, Alaeddin, Demirhan, and Evrenos discussed troop movements.
Meanwhile, Halime and Dursun sat across from each other.
Every time Halime looked up, she found him listening quietly.
Every time Dursun looked up, he found her pretending not to look.


To be continued...

1 week ago | [YT] | 11

Ayla

Assalamualaikum!
A joyous and prosperous Eid Mubarak to everyone 💖🌟✨❤️‍🔥

How are ur preparations?

1 week ago | [YT] | 18

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If they are given these kinds of scenes 😭😭😭
I would've been dead already 🤭


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2 weeks ago | [YT] | 71

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I just got to know another person passed away, after the admin of asporcaglazer yesterday, honestly it feels really bad 😞, shocking.
Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi raji'un: Indeed we belong to Allah, and indeed to Him we shall return.
May Allah forgive them, ease the grief, and grant them patience
Athaarakallahu fi musibatika wa akhlafa laka khairan minhan
May Allah reward you in your affliction, and replace it for you with something better.

Allahumma-ghfir lahu.

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