His father, Ertuğrul, had left him a tribe, but the nights brought Osman a different vision: a massive plane tree growing from his chest, its branches stretching across three continents, shading the world with justice [1, 2].
The tribe was gone. In its place, the had begun to breathe [2, 3]. KuruluЕџ Osman
"A leader without a cause is just a wanderer," she told him. His father, Ertuğrul, had left him a tribe,