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…

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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..…

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By Dr. Adnan Bouzan

In the vast fields of life, stretching like a canvas of light and shadows, the heart bears fruit only from what its owner has so…

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By: Dr. Adnan Bozan 

O homeland, the ceiling you have built over our heads has become lower than it should be, forcing our foreheads to bow unwilling…

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By: Dr. Adnan Bozan 

In the corridors of the night, when voices fade and cities grow quiet, the doors of memory swing open, and life overflows with t…

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By: Dr. Adnan Bozan

Saying that you love your country while crushing the dreams of others in the name of that love is not patriotism—it is a betraya…

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By Dr. Adnan Bouzan 

There is a hidden life pulsating within us, unseen by anyone but ourselves—a life parallel to the one others believe we are livi…

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By: Dr. Adnan Bozan

Loss has never been anything but a bell tolling deep within, reminding us how exposed we are before the might of absence, how po…

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By: Dr. Adnan Bozan 

Sorrow is not merely a feeling that floats on the surface; it is a vast ocean with no visible end, no audible shore. It is the s…

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By: Dr. Adnan Bouzan 

The night and I have been companions for a long time. Whenever evening falls, we sit together, conversing in a silence that onl…

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