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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 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…
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 Bouzan
In exile, not only do homelands break... but language breaks too.
And in the breaking of language, existence is reshaped.
Exile…