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Only those who know their history can change the present and determine their future. https://t.co/hf6CsXVWB6
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Joined February 2023
Attila. Bumin Khagan. Bayan-Shor Khagan. Khan Konchak. King Béla IV of Hungary. King Stephen V of Hungary. Elizabeth the Cuman. Ladislaus IV “the Cuman”. King David IV “the Builder” of Georgia. Queen Tamar of Georgia. Prince Igor Svyatoslavich. Ivan Asen I. Theodore-Peter Asen. Basarab I of Wallachia. Mstislav of Galich. Mstislav of Kiev. Mstislav of Chernigov. Genghis Khan (Temüjin). Batu Khan. Subutai. Ögedei. Friar Julian. And lastly, Khan Köten. Everyone is here.
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First of all, the claim is not true. Secondly, THIS is the guy posting such tweets. No Genoa, no Italy, no Europe involved whatsoever. Embarrassing how the „European“ right has become so dependent on Southeast Asian and Indian trolls lately.
The Bible is banned in 52 out of 57 Islamic countries. Why can't we do same thing with Koran in Europe?
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The wind howled across the Altai Mountains, carrying the echoes of a forgotten time. Karshai, an elderly Kazakh eagle hunter, stood firm against the biting cold, his fur coat a testament to the traditions of his ancestors. On his gloved arm perched Burkut, a golden eagle with eyes sharp as the sword of a Mongol warrior. Together, they were bound by something deeper than mere companionship—an ancient covenant between man, beast, and the eternal sky. Karshai traced his lineage back to the great steppe nomads, warriors and herders who had roamed the vast grasslands for millennia. His people, the Kazakh Turks, were children of the sky, living in harmony with nature, guided by the spirit of Tengri, the celestial deity who watched over them. As he gazed at the horizon, he whispered an old prayer to Him, seeking strength for the hunt. In his youth, Karshai had learned the ways of the eagle hunters from his grandfather, who had fought against invaders seeking to claim the steppes. “We are not rulers of this land,” his grandfather had told him, “we are its guardians. The mountains, the rivers, the eagles—they are all part of the great cycle. To break it is to invite ruin.” These words had stayed with him, guiding his every step. Burkut shifted on his arm, sensing the movements of prey hidden in the valley below. The eagle’s keen sight caught a fox darting through the snow, oblivious to its fate. With a swift motion, Karshai released his companion, watching as Burkut soared into the heavens, a shadow of the warriors who once rode across the steppes with bows in hand and fire in their hearts. As Burkut struck, Karshai felt the presence of his ancestors, the echoes of the Kipchak warriors, the Mongol riders, and the Kazakh khans who had ruled these lands. Their spirits danced in the wind, whispering their approval. He was more than a hunter; he was a link in the unbroken chain of history, a son of the steppe, blessed by Tengri. That night, as Karshai sat by the fire in his yurt, he looked at Burkut, who rested beside him, and felt the weight of his people’s legacy upon his shoulders. The world was changing—machines, borders, and modern life threatened the ways of his ancestors. But as long as the eagles flew, as long as the mountains stood, the spirit of the Kazakh nomads would never fade. For in the heart of every steppe rider, beneath the endless sky of Tengri, the soul of the Turkic warrior endures. Forever.
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RT @Turcomania25542: Erzurum Ovasının - Yakutiye, Aziziye, Aşkale ilçeleri - 1880 tarihli etnik dağılım haritası. Kırmızılar Ermeni, yeşill…
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