He would light the fire of gas and freedom with his coal-black eyes. His name was Osman, son of Ertuğrul Gazi... It was "love" that led him through the darkness... In the land irrigated with blood and tears, harvested as a crop of air; He dreamed of a nation that would cross the seven heavens, seven earths, mountains and seas with "love". He did not draw his strength from his sword, but from "love"... Rightly so, in tyranny; He gave his name to the greatest empire history has ever seen, which resisted slavery with freedom. The revolt against the corrupt order that broke 72 nations, the hope of the silent cry of the oppressed, became the name of the organization... Osman Fortress... The story of the march of a 400-tent oba to an empire founded with "divine love".