Skriuwer. com: The History of the Ottoman Empire, Kartoniert / Broschiert

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The Ottomans didn't conquer from tents-they forged a colossus from steppe dust, Osman Ghazi's gazi bands gnawing Byzantine fringes till Mehmed II's 1453 barrage boomed Constantinople's doom, Hagia Sophia's bells melting into minarets under crescent flags. Suleiman's mustache led the charge through Belgrade gates and Mohacs mud, his lawgiver quill scripting a realm where Jews fled Spanish fires to Salonica's shores, and coffeehouses brewed rebellion alongside beans. It was an empire of ink and iron, where devshirme boys rose to bashibazouk blades, and the Bosphorus bridged Balkan blood with Anatolian amber.

Centuries of crown-jewel jitters followed: Selim the Grim swallowing Mamluks at Marj Dabiq, Barbarossa's galleys gilding the seas for Habsburg headaches, but Lepanto's 1571 splinter turned the tide, coffers creaking under Viennese walls. Eunuch whispers in the harem ousted sultans like yesterday's pilaf, while tulip fever's '30s bubble burst into Janissary mutinies that scorched the Sublime Porte. Tanzimat's telegraph wires tried to stitch the seams, but Balkan fires and Arab sheikhs frayed the fringe, Young Turks' 1908 coup cracking the caliph's grip amid Balkan bloodbaths.

By the Great War's grind, Gallipoli's trenches drank Aussie sweat and Turkish grit, Lawrence's Bedouin whispers unraveling the Arab sands till Sevres' carve-up left a rump republic. Ataturk's blue-eyed stare abolished the sultanate in '24, Latinizing the script while ghosts of Gallipoli paced the Dardanelles. The Ottoman's no faded fermane-it's a hookah haze of harems and howitzers, proving a crescent moon can eclipse the sun.