“I
wanna say Alhamdulillah, God gave me everything. Alhamdulillah! I love you guys
don’t like this. Alhamdulillah! Tomorrow night I’ gonna smash your boy, guys. I’m
gonna smash your boy. And I wanna say, thank you, all Irish fans you know, all
fans around the world, because of you guys, this fight is happen. Thank you
guys, and tomorrow night inshallah, end still.”
Нохчийчоь
Вайн
дегнех кхерсташ ю алу
Вайн
ирсан дайъина доь
Ларёйла
хьо Везчу Дала
Бусулба
сан Нохчийчоь
Дог
доьхна бер санна, гlийла
Оллалой
ма хьежа соь
Хьан
седа лепийта сирла
Со
лойла хьан, Нохчийчоь!
Ла
иллахlа иллаллахl
Ларе
Везчу Дала хьо!
Ла
иллахlа иллаллахl
Бусулба
сан Нохчийчоь!
Ёхийна
хlоттор яц гуора
Кур
олла бойтур бац хьоь
Йиш
яц дашо малх хьан кхола
Бусулба
сан Нохчийчоь
Даш
кхетта эгча син метта
Маршаллаш
коьхьуьйташ хьоь
Леш
болчу хьан кlентийн метта
Со
лойла хьан, Нохчийчоь!
Ла
иллахlа иллаллахl
Ларе
Везчу Дала хьо!
Ла
иллахlа иллаллахl
Бусулба
сан Нохчийчоь!
Лечано
хелхар деш говза
Баланаш,
гlайгlанаш тоь
Махкана
дерриг ду ловзар
Елало,
сан Нохчийчоь!
Вайн
дегнех кхерсташ ю алу
Вайн
ирсан дайъина доь
Ларёйла
хьо Везчу Дала
Бусулба
сан Нохчийчоь
Translation:
A
fire blazes up in our hearts,
We
have lost to happiness,
May
the almighty God bless you,
My
Muslim Chechnya!
As
a cheerless child,
So
don’t look at me,
For
you're a shining star,
I
would sacrifice myself for you, my Chechnya!
There
is no God except God,
May
the almighty God bless you,
There
is no God except God,
My
Muslim Chechnya!
Breaking
you will not make you kneel down,
We
will not let them break your honour,
It
is impossible to gain a golden sun,
My
Muslim Chechnya!
Stop
a bullet to his soul,
Sends
compliments for you,
I
would die in your sons stead,
I
would sacrifice myself for you, my Chechnya!
There
is no God except God,
May
the almighty God bless you,
There
is no God except God,
My
Muslim Chechnya!
When
it see to hawk which is dancing tricky,
Sorrow
and distress grow pale,
It
is cheerfulness for our homeland,
Smile
my Chechnya!
A
fire blazes up in our hearts,
We
have lost to happiness,
May
the almighty God bless you,
My
Muslim Chechnya!
There
is no God except God,
May
the almighty God bless you,
There
is no God except God,
My
Muslim Chechnya!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5I1ilT15dR8
"A
man's greatest pleasure is to defeat his enemies, to drive before him, to take
from them that which they possessed, to see those whom they cherished in tears,
to ride their horses, and to hold their wives and daughters in his arms."
A farkasok dala
Süvölt a zivatar
A felhős ég alatt,
A tél iker fia,
Eső és hó szakad.
Kietlen pusztaság
Ez, amelyben lakunk;
Nincs egy bokor se', hol
Meghúzhatnók magunk.
Itt kívül a hideg,
Az éhség ott belül,
E kettős üldözőnk
Kinoz kegyetlenül;
S amott a harmadik:
A töltött fegyverek.
A fehér hóra le
Piros vérünk csepeg.
Fázunk és éhezünk
S átlőve oldalunk,
Részünk minden nyomor...
De szabadok vagyunk!
Translation:
Loud
the storm is howling
Under
a thundery sky
The
twin sons of winter,
Snow
and rain, sleet by.
It
is a barren plainland
We
chose for abiding.
Not
a bush grows there
For
shelter or hiding.
Hunger
gnaws the belly,
Cold
gnaws the bone,
Two
torturers who will not
Leave
us alone.
And
there, the third torturer,
Guns
loaded with lead:
On
the white, white snow
Our
blood drips red.
Freezing
and starving
And
peppered with shot.
Yes,
our lot is misery …
But
Freedom is our lot!
Tuna nehri akmam diyor
Etrafımı yıkmam diyor
Şanı büyük Osman Paşa
Pilevne'den çıkmam diyor.
Düşman Tunayı atladı
Karakolları yokladı
Osman Paşa'nın kolunda
Beşbin top birden patladı
Translation:
The Danube says: "I
shall not flow,
and destroy what's around
me."
Osman Pasha, the
glorious, says:
"I will never leave
Plevna."
The enemy has crossed the
Danube,
And ransacked the
outposts.
Five thousand cannons
were blown
On the arm of Osman
Pasha.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JJ01mUvSm04
I
am the six hundredth. This is who I am. I was ashamed at first, that I am only
a number under God's endless sky, but now as I have ridden through the bridge
of Alshirat under the two crossed sword's shadow into the paradise between the
72 virgins, I am not ashamed anymore to narrate how did I arrived here by the
endless grace of God. I was born in a small Balkan village, my father was a
peasant and a poacher as everybody else in the village. I was the most strong
between my other six brothers, I went for hunt with my father since I was seven
years old. I was fourteen years old, when Turkish warriors arrived in our
village and they gathered every boy who was older than fourteen, including me.
My parents were very sad when we left, but I was happy as I knew that by taking
me, Turks will not harm anymore my parents and my siblings, and they have not
to pay tribute anymore. We arrived into the capital of the Empire, into
Istanbul. Here we were circumcised and we knew the one true faith, here I met
with God at the first time, as I leant on my back into the mosque and I stared
upwards into the Sunlight razing through the dome, and I felt that I arrived
home. After this we were divided to different families, I was put in the family
of an old and wise hodja. He rose me up very severely, he beat me every time I
made some sin or mistake, but all in all he rose me up with great love and he
took care of me. I gained a lot of spiritual and physical strength and my faith
was strengthened in God and in His prophet (Peace by upon him!). I got back
into the garrison when I was eighteen years old, where our training continued.
Soon, I became the most strong from ten of us, so I was chosen to be a
bölükbasi, a corporal. We stayed in Istanbul for a short time, as we started to
the Eastern border of the Empire, against Persians. The same wise hodja, who
rose me through four years, visited us after the glorious campaign. He said
that at the Western border of the Empire, a monster kills the faithful warriors
of the Empire and every regiment has to send ten duelist to challenge and kill
the monster. This monster already killed five hundred fifty of our comrades. That
was a very huge respect, as I was also chosen between these ten duelist. The
worst part came after this, when the warriors of the hodja lead us into an old
fighting pit, they threw a single saber among us and they told that only one
man can come out alive from the pit. There was nothing to add, we all saw that
we will riddled with arrows if not obey, so we attacked each other to take the
single weapon available. God was by my side, and even if I was hurt badly, I
come out alive with the bloody saber in my hand. Nine of my friends came here
into Paradise, where I also arrived later.
There
was nineteen other warrior like me who already killed nine of their comrades,
and we, the twenty victor were taken by the hodja on a high mountain in
Anatolia. We had to make our own tents, we had to hunt in order to live. All
days were about hard work. I thought that all of us are very dangerous warriors
if we may be here, but I was tricked by Satan to become high and mighty. We
were only small rookies compared to the hodja. We fought, shot bows a lot every
day, and we prayed five times per day, we made the holy lavement, and the hodja
taught us a lot about God and His prophet (Peace be upon him!). News just came
during these trainings, that the monster killed more and more of our warriors,
five hundred sixty, five hundred seventy and the numbers were just growing. We
became very curious how can be this monster but the curiosity does not fit a
brave warrior, so we did not ask our master. All over two years the hodja taught
we are ready for the challenge. The warriors of the hodja took our weapon on a
morning and they chased us into the forest. A lot of wounded wolves were set
free into the forests. They were real monsters, very huge Anatolian mountain
wolves with grey fur. I did not fear anything and anybody except God until
then, and my faith helped me to kill the wolf, which I strangled to death with
my bare hands and I brought his corpse in front of the feet of the hodja. We
remained only ten - ten of us arrived into the Paradise - but we ten were
such warriors who could defeat one hundred other warriors. The hodja said then,
that the monster whom we have to kill is not a wolf, but a lion. A lion with
two feet, with immense moustache and fire comes from his eyes. So ten of us
started towards West to fight this lion for the glory of God and His prophet
(Peace may be upon him!). We just got the news during the travel about the new
faithfulls killed by the lion, five hundred eighty, five hundred ninety. We
travelled through the whole Empire until we arrived the border of the lion's
Motherland. That was kind alike place from where I came from, only with smaller
mountains, but with bigger rivers. Until we got here, nine of our new duelists
also fell by the hand of the lion. I was by far the most powerful from the ten
of us, so I got the respect to face him at first. God helped me to won over the
Satan in me, so I wrote my challenging letter in a very humble way, it was
alike:
"My
letter may be given into the hands of the great Thury György himself, in the
fortress of Palota. I, who I am, Abd el Karim, the first bölükbasi of the
Janissary ordu, the warrior of the high Padisah and the humble servant of God
and His prophet (Peace be upon him!) challenge you to a duel! We faithful Turks
all know that you are a great man, who feeds a lot of brave warriors.
There are no other Thury György in the whole world beside you. We all know that
and we often drink in order to salute you, not sitting, but standing up. The
duel may happen on the twenty fifth day of Rejeb month, on the camp beside
Palota. I challenge you to a deadly duel until the loss of the head, and I
expect you to answer my letter as soon as it is possible. May God gave the
victory who is better. God is with us!" Beside this letter, I also sent a
very precious horse as a gift for the lion, may he see who is his enemy.
"My letter may be given into the hands of the great Abd el Karim basi. I
accept your challenge. May God decide in our duel!" only this was in his
response letter, but that was enough for me. I was very anxious on the night
before the duel, even if I knew that nobody could won over me during my whole
life, may be either a Persian, either another Turkish, either a wolf, but I was
a bit afraid that whether my faith will be strong enough. I prayed during whole
night in order to step on the camp of the duel in a clear spiritual state. We
were on the place of the fight in the noon, when the Hungarians arrived too.
They wore the same garments like us, they sat on the same horses, they had
similar weapons too. Even the way of fixing the saber was totally identical. It
was alike our mirrored image faced us from the another side of the camp. The
lion was a very muscular, happy an but he was shorter than me. He wore only a
Hussar helmet and a breastplate as armor, he drew an immense Persian broadsword
and he twirled in his hand alike it was a simple stick. We made an agreement on
a fight without horse, until the loss of the head. Of course we prayed before
the duel. He stabbed the broadsword into the ground, made a knee before it,
made a sign of the cross and started praying. I already did the holy lavement
so I could start praying in a clear state, I kissed the ground on my praying
rug, turning to East. He finished his praying earlier than me, but he waited
patiently until I finished mine. I took my shield into my left hand, I drew my
Damascus saber and started towards him. He did not make any step towards me,
just waited me patiently and he smiled so awkward that I became a bit afraid
even if I already put all of my hope into God and into His prophet (Peace be
upon him!). The lion said only this before he stroke me down: My God and Saint
Ladislaus!
After
ten minutes I became the Six hundredth. Now as I left my life in the Earth beneath
me, I realized only here in the Paradise: we will never won over the lion. I
can easily admit that now as the aim of my life was fulfilled as I fell in a
holy war to protect and raise the faith of God and His prophet (Peace be upon
him!). I am not even angry with Thury György because he killed me. That is not
a shame to loose against the lion. We will never won over the lion, because we
are not such a great warriors alike him. No. There are only two brave nation
under the endless sky of God: we Turks and the Hungarians. We will not won over
him because of that. We will never won over him as his faith is stronger. God
bless Hungarians and God bless Thury György! Peace be upon him!
Kertai Zalán's painting about Thury György
This is a very-very large
sphere of different themes, and I would like to show as many detail as it is
possible from each of them. So as a very-very general introduction I summarize
here the potential main themes.
Amazon: not only fighting
women, but all kind of woman who supported/supports warriors
Animals: every other
animal than horses
Archaeology: the
archaeological artefacts about Steppe people's culture, mainly burial places
and weapon depositions
Art: all kind of artistic piece of work which may be connected to these cultures
Duels: being very warlike
nations, the one to one combat was very popular in each Steppe nation
Flags: different flags used by either armies or nations
Horse: the main animal of
Steppe people
Martial arts: as
historical, as contemporary weaponless hand-to-hand combat styles created by
Steppe people
Memes: the basic motor of
almost every public page - of course, here memes only about Steppe warrior
culture and about their history
Mythology: the mythology
of these people, mainly the warrior culture of course
Music: mainly original
historical music, sometimes modern repro
Osprey: the small
pictures from Osprey magazines
Quotes: famous and not so
famous quotes said by great Steppe warriors
Reenactment: Hungarian
and non-Hungarian reenactment groups performing/reconstructing these warrior
cultures
Religion: mainly the
ancient nature-religions, but Christianity, Islam and Buddhism too
Strategies: the long term
fighting style and invasions
Symbols: every other war
symbol than flags
Tactics: the short term
fighting style and effects of Steppe warriors
Video: all kind of video
beside music, mainly teaching vids
Warriors: the very well-known and brave warriors of these people, who became famous, often not only by their compatriots but among other nations too
Weapons: historical and
contemporary weapons and fighting styles developed and/or used by Steppe people
My name is Konnát Árpád
(in Hungarian name order, the family names comes first), I am 25 years old. I
live in Kovászna, Transylvania, nowadays Covasna in Romania. Kovászna
historically is a part of Háromszék county in Szeklerland, so by nationality I
am Szekler-Hungarian. I study at the Eötvös Loránd University in Budapest, I
learn archaeology. My main sphere is age of migrations, while my secondary
sphere is Medieval ages. I wrote my thesis on bachelor class about the
artefacts of archery from the two of the biggest Avar cemeteries in the
Carpathian basin, the Budakalász and the Zamárdi sites. I am interested in
history, especially in military history since my early childhood. Even when I
was very young I made wooden swords, rifles and bows and we organized huge
battles with other pupils from our street. I made my first public presentation
about military history when I was 14, at the memorial place near the possible
place battle of Sajó river in 1241. When I graduated at the Eötvös Loránd
University in Budapest, I had a crush in our archaeology class, who was a
military reenactor in those ages. Once we have talked about sabers, and she
added that I may know the theme by books, but as I do not fence practically my
opinion is not very relevant. That hurt my soul so badly, that even on the same
day I have started to look for some historical fencing team. Then I met dr
Hidán Csaba's Golden Saber historical fencing school- and my life has changed.
I already know him from Kőrösi Csoma Sándor scientific conference from
Kovászna, but from now on, he became one of my very best teacher and fencing
master, a close friend and almost as an adopted older brother. Almost
everything that I am gonna publish on this blog is taught by him. I took part
weekly basis on the trainings of Golden Saber for three and a half year. Now I
am member of a relatively new, but rather developing and constructive Hungarian
reenactor group, Altin Elma. That means Golden Apple in English, and we
impersonate Müstahfiz garrison soldiers from Turkish border fortresses in the
Carpathian basin from the 16-17th centuries. So all in all these are my
experiences on theoretical and practical ways BUT I am neither the cleverest
student, neither the best warrior. I don't know any Steppe language, I know only
Hungarian, Romanian, English and Russian so I have not access to Turkish,
Mongol etc literature. All in all, I may miss and be incorrect too, in these
potential cases I am really grateful if a more experienced and trained reader
helps me with critics. As you will see, in vain I have a C1 level English exam,
I will make spelling mistakes, mainly because the sentence word order appears
in my head conform Hungarian spelling rules and I translate usually directly,
but as soon as I hope that the bigger majority of you are not born Englishmen
neither, in usual terms my English will be understandable. Shortly this is me,
but in long terms I plan to pick other writers as this is a very huge theme,
then they will also introduce themselves. Lets start.
The official Altin Elma facebook page (in Hungarian,
English and Turkish): https://www.facebook.com/AltinElmaEgyesulet
The official Golden Saber site (in Hungarian
only): http://www.aranyszablya.hu/
The official Golden Saber facebook page (In Hungarian
and English too): https://www.facebook.com/aranyszablya
The official Golden Saber Youtube channel: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCAWMuxuw8snfA_Lun97amfw/featured
