By Dr. Adnan Bouzan
When longing died between departure and exile, it did not die suddenly; it withered the way candles do in the draft of a long wai…
By: Dr. Adnan Bozan
I still wager on silence… as though I were placing my soul upon a table of transparent glass, waiting for cracks to slowly spread…
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
I spent my life in vain, not because life betrayed me, but because I always believed the promises that warmed me for a moment an…
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…