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.…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
By Dr. Adnan Bozan
There are realms between thought and feeling—spaces where philosophy meets poetry, where the scent of contemplation mingles with…
By Dr. Adnan Bozan
March… that visitor who knocks on the doors of the heart with a blend of hope and longing, carrying within its folds the ecstasy…
By: Dr. Adnan Bozan
Here I stand at the edge of silence, counting my breaths as a passerby counts their steps on an abandoned sidewalk.
I am fine..…
