By: Dr. Adnan Bozan

When the donkey rises carrying the pen, letters turn into shackles that bind minds, and papers into empty mosques where only igno…

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By: Dr. Adnan Bouzan

I never uttered your name, for names confine you as a cage confines the bird of light, and letters—no matter how they gather or…

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By: Dr. Adnan Bozan

Embrace silence as the sea embraces its secrets in its depths, and as the night hides the moans of lovers within its darkness; fo…

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By Dr. Adnan Bouzan

Letters do not weep in vain, nor do they bow upon the whiteness of paper except when silence grows too heavy, when the heart can…

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By Dr. Adnan Bozan

Respect is not an ornament we hang upon our chests with words, nor a speech we decorate gatherings with to make them seem grander…

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By Dr. Adnan Bozan

Life is not a mere passage over a bridge of days, but a series of intertwined stations between hope and defeat, between a sun that…

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By Dr. Adnan Bouzan

Here we are, walking on—not because the ground is paved with serenity, but because our souls refuse to be reduced to rubble. We t…

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By Dr. Adnan Bozan

Life is not what we live, but what we heal from.
Art is not merely color on a cold canvas, but a silent pulse carving a path to th…

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By Dr. Adnan Bozan

In the stillness of time frozen atop the mountain peaks—where only silence grows, and nothing is heard but the whisper of wind upo…

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By Dr. Adnan Bozan

I was never a philosopher in the classical sense,
nor a writer lured by the glow of dictionaries or the charm of terminology.
I wa…

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