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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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We Have a Different View | When the Intellectual Becomes a Stranger in His Own Society
By: Dr. Adnan Bouzan We are not dealing here with a simple question concerning the status of an educated person, a writer, or an academic...
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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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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…
The Kobani Exodus: When We Left the Land but the Homeland Remained Within Us
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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…
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