By Dr. Adnan Bouzan

I sat there, on the old wooden bench worn away by seasons of absence, watching the ships glide gently on the water’s surface like…

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By Dr. Adnan Bozan

There are human beings who walk along the edges of this world—without noise or clamor—as if woven from threads of wind and the mem…

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By Dr. Adnan Bouzan

I was no one…
A shadow loitering on the pavements of days, searching for a body that had forgotten its features at the first shat…

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By Dr. Adnan Bozan

There is nothing harsher than looking back, only to find that all which passed was but a beautiful lie—masterful in its deception.…

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By Dr. Adnan Bouzan

It was as if we were running inside a dream that extinguished our feet every time we approached its light.

As if life were nothin…

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By Dr. Adnan Bozan

If you find no place for yourself among faces you grew up knowing as a child, which then became blind mirrors seeing only a strang…

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By Dr. Adnan Bozan

Don’t ask me how I’m doing... As always, I’m writing.

I write not to answer, but to strip the question of its false mask. I write…

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By Dr. Adnan Bouzan

On a night that lay gently upon the eyelashes of time, in a far corner of the room, where solitude dwells like a weary lover, I s…

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By Dr. Adnan Bozan

There is a moment in which words are not born—but buried. A moment when silence becomes fuller than all the languages of the earth…

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By: Dr. Adnan Bouzan

In exile, not only do homelands break... but language breaks too.
And in the breaking of language, existence is reshaped.

Exile…

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