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By Dr. Adnan Bozan
In Afrin,
my mother used to smooth the wheat-braids on the brow of the mountain.
In Kobani,
my father was mending the sun with his…
By Dr. Adnan Bozan
I saw you before the sun laid eyes on you,
Before longing was born in the soul of distances.
You lived in my pulse,
As a thought d…
The sword, though absent from my sight, remains unsheathed, And justice is wielded by its blade if might allows.
The pen guards thoughts adorned with…
By: Dr. Adnan Bouzan
Oh, the flames of longing blaze deep inside,
Can the fire of yearning in my chest subside?
This land is drowning in endless g…