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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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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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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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…
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…
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…
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…
I Am a Disciple of Forgetfulness, and the Heir of Questions Never Written
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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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Do you know, my dearest…
What frightens me most in this life is not illness pinning me to bed, nor crowds abandoning me, nor even…
By Dr. Adnan Bozan
Dreams sometimes collapse—not with a deafening crash like a fall from the sky, but with a quiet ache, like a tear trembling at the…
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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