Payitaht Abdul Hamid Episode 476 Urdu dubbed by PTV Home
Sultan Abdul Hamid Episode 476 in Urdu & Hindi by PTV Home. Payitaht Abdul Hamid Season 5 by PTV Home in Urdu. Sultan Abdulhamid drama by PTV.
- Type: TV series
- Episodes: Ongoing
- Status: Ongoing
- Aired: 2017-present
- Premiered: March 14, 2017
- Broadcast: PTV Home
- Producers: TRT 1, Akli Film
- Licensors: PTV Home
- Studios: Akli Film
- Source: Historical
- Genres: Historical, Drama, Political
- Duration: 60 minutes
- Rating: TV-14
Sultan Abdulhamid II
The passerby was a young boy. He told about Maarat al-Nu’man place. Al-Maara’s shrine was not far from there. Apart from the shrine of Umar bin Abdul Aziz, there is also a museum to be visited. We learned from Ali that al-Mahid was a poet. Umar bin Abdul Aziz was from the Umayyad family. Here I did not feel even the slightest religious difference in Ali’s lips and tone. Ali was a very liberal thinker and a lover of fun. He had heard a lot about Al-Mura from the hotel manager.
Sultan Abdul Hamid Episode 476 urdu dubbed by PTV
The Ottoman Empire
This is what he shared with us. I looked out of the closed glass. It seemed as if a waterfall of liquid gold from the cloudy sky was flowing from Subak Khurami and showering the places whose suburban town was carrying a board with the name of Maarat-ul-Numan. Seeing the board installed on the side of the road, the driver slowed down the vehicle and diverted it to the inbound lane. Looking at the olive groves, wild trees, gray rocks and some ruins in the far deserts on both sides of the road
The Empire and Khilafat
I was left thinking how rich Syria is in terms of history and culture. Even remote places have hidden treasures. Maarat-ul-Nu’man was a small town off the main highway, somewhat modern and somewhat traditional. Life in the bazaar was in full swing. Women roamed freely, however the majority were dressed in black maxi dresses and hijabs. Bearded and clean-shaven men walked around in trousers and shirts and elsewhere in cannons.
The red and white chubby-cheeked babies were adorable walking with their mothers. Vegetable, fruit, toy and cloth shops were covered in a shower of colors. Some of the fruits and vegetables were familiar faces and some were unfamiliar. Yes, I wanted to stop here. Buy something, ask the names of unfamiliar faces.
The strange thing is, I was afraid of Ali. The city seemed to love the poet. In many beautiful places and parks, masterpieces of Roman art, statues of him were seen on pedestals. Then the car stopped in front of a building that intersected the bends of various streets. A long arched porch in front of which the great philosopher poet of his time was sitting on a stone pedestal in the courtyard with his arms folded. She stood and watched for some time.