By Dr. Adnan Bozan
Lamis…
O oak tree of my life, defying the raging winds,
your roots strike deep into the rock of the soul,
your branches embrace th…
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 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…
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…