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 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…
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 Bozan
Saying that you love your country while crushing the dreams of others in the name of that love is not patriotism—it is a betraya…