By Dr. Adnan Bouzan
It was as if we were running inside a dream that extinguished our feet every time we approached its light.
As if life were nothin…
By Dr. Adnan Bozan
If you find no place for yourself among faces you grew up knowing as a child, which then became blind mirrors seeing only a strang…
By Dr. Adnan Bouzan
On a night that lay gently upon the eyelashes of time, in a far corner of the room, where solitude dwells like a weary lover, I s…
By Dr. Adnan Bozan
Don’t ask me how I’m doing... As always, I’m writing.
I write not to answer, but to strip the question of its false mask. I write…
By Dr. Adnan Bozan
There is a moment in which words are not born—but buried. A moment when silence becomes fuller than all the languages of the earth…