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…
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…
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…
By: Dr. Adnan Bouzan
When the pen aches, and the letters bow as the branches of a tree bow beneath a storm that left behind nothing but an echo of si…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
