By: Dr. Adnan Bozan

I still wager on silence… as though I were placing my soul upon a table of transparent glass, waiting for cracks to slowly spread…

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By: Dr. Adnan Bouzan

I spent my life in vain, not because life betrayed me, but because I always believed the promises that warmed me for a moment an…

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By Dr. Adnan Bouzan

Evening descended upon the city like a heavy shadow of absence. The people’s breaths hung from the windows like weary dreams, and…

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By Dr. Adnan Bouzan

Pain alone—when it ignites deep within—resembles nothing that can be said.
It needs no voice to reveal itself;
it is enough for i…

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By Dr. Adnan Bouzan

As if life, when it was born, did not weep in vain — its first cry was a declaration of presence against the face of nothingness,…

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By Dr. Adnan Bouzan

My friend…
I no longer know where my body ends and where this homeland hidden in my veins begins; it has become like my shadow, p…

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By Dr. Adnan Bouzan

O woman, not made of clay alone, but of the secrets of clouds and the dew of dawn, a poem that walks on two feet and hides in its…

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By Dr. Adnan Bouzan

On this very day, September 19, 2014, the morning of Kobani was not an ordinary one.
The sun we had always known as warm and gent…

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By: Dr. Adnan Bozan

On the margin of the world, where night grows small and hope stretches long, we walk — two lights cramped in the pocket of darkne…

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By Dr. Adnan Bouzan

O human being—
O bearer of many faces and of stories hidden behind your eyes.
I write to you a letter that seeks not ready-made a…

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