By Dr. Adnan Bouzan
Here we are, walking on—not because the ground is paved with serenity, but because our souls refuse to be reduced to rubble. We t…
By Dr. Adnan Bozan
Life is not what we live, but what we heal from.
Art is not merely color on a cold canvas, but a silent pulse carving a path to th…
I Am a Disciple of Forgetfulness, and the Heir of Questions Never Written
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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
In the stillness of time frozen atop the mountain peaks—where only silence grows, and nothing is heard but the whisper of wind upo…
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…