By Dr. Adnan Bouzan
I was no one…
A shadow loitering on the pavements of days, searching for a body that had forgotten its features at the first shat…
Woe to Time... When Life Etched Its Cruelty Upon the Chest of Night
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By Dr. Adnan Bozan
There is nothing harsher than looking back, only to find that all which passed was but a beautiful lie—masterful in its deception.…
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
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
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…