By Dr. Adnan Bouzan
Evening descended upon the city like a heavy shadow of absence. The people’s breaths hung from the windows like weary dreams, and…
By Dr. Adnan Bouzan
Pain alone—when it ignites deep within—resembles nothing that can be said.
It needs no voice to reveal itself;
it is enough for i…
By Dr. Adnan Bouzan
My friend…
I no longer know where my body ends and where this homeland hidden in my veins begins; it has become like my shadow, p…
By Dr. Adnan Bouzan
As if life, when it was born, did not weep in vain — its first cry was a declaration of presence against the face of nothingness,…
By Dr. Adnan Bouzan
O woman, not made of clay alone, but of the secrets of clouds and the dew of dawn, a poem that walks on two feet and hides in its…