عربي 
EN 
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
- Super User
- النصوص الأدبية
- Hits: 2147
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…
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 Bozan
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 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…