By: Dr. Adnan Bouzan
When pain exhausted him, he did not look for a shoulder to cry on; instead, he searched for a meaning behind the anguish that ha…
By Dr. Adnan Bozan
There are things that never reach a destination because they were born to remain on the road: nameless stations, faces that crosse…
By Dr. Adnan Bouzan
I do not know when I first began to feel this alone.
Perhaps my loneliness did not begin on the day people walked away from me, b…
By: Dr. Adnan Bozan
On the nineteenth of September 2014, the morning was unlike any morning we had ever known in Kobani. It was a heavy morning, as…
By Dr. Adnan Bouzan
I was not born with a flag in my hand. I did not emerge from my mother's womb carrying a map. On the day I was born, my name wa…