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…
By: Dr. Adnan Bouzan
In exile, not only do homelands break... but language breaks too.
And in the breaking of language, existence is reshaped.
Exile…
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
There are realms between thought and feeling—spaces where philosophy meets poetry, where the scent of contemplation mingles with…
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..…