By Dr. Adnan Bozan
There are human beings who walk along the edges of this world—without noise or clamor—as if woven from threads of wind and the mem…
By Dr. Adnan Bouzan
I was no one…
A shadow loitering on the pavements of days, searching for a body that had forgotten its features at the first shat…
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…
