By: Dr. Adnan Bozan
On the margin of the world, where night grows small and hope stretches long, we walk — two lights cramped in the pocket of darkne…
By Dr. Adnan Bouzan
O human being—
O bearer of many faces and of stories hidden behind your eyes.
I write to you a letter that seeks not ready-made a…
By: Dr. Adnan Bozan
When the donkey rises carrying the pen, letters turn into shackles that bind minds, and papers into empty mosques where only igno…
By: Dr. Adnan Bouzan
When the pen aches, and the letters bow as the branches of a tree bow beneath a storm that left behind nothing but an echo of si…
By: Dr. Adnan Bouzan
I never uttered your name, for names confine you as a cage confines the bird of light, and letters—no matter how they gather or…