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By Dr. Adnan Bozan
March… that visitor who knocks on the doors of the heart with a blend of hope and longing, carrying within its folds the ecstasy…
By: Dr. Adnan Bozan
Here I stand at the edge of silence, counting my breaths as a passerby counts their steps on an abandoned sidewalk.
I am fine..…
By: Dr. Adnan Bozan
O homeland, the ceiling you have built over our heads has become lower than it should be, forcing our foreheads to bow unwilling…
By Dr. Adnan Bouzan
In the vast fields of life, stretching like a canvas of light and shadows, the heart bears fruit only from what its owner has so…
By: Dr. Adnan Bozan
In the corridors of the night, when voices fade and cities grow quiet, the doors of memory swing open, and life overflows with t…