By Dr. Adnan Bouzan
My friend…
I no longer know where my body ends and where this homeland hidden in my veins begins; it has become like my shadow, p…
By Dr. Adnan Bouzan
O woman, not made of clay alone, but of the secrets of clouds and the dew of dawn, a poem that walks on two feet and hides in its…
By: Dr. Adnan Bozan
On the margin of the world, where night grows small and hope stretches long, we walk — two lights cramped in the pocket of darkne…
The Kobani Exodus: When We Left the Land but the Homeland Remained Within Us
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By Dr. Adnan Bouzan
On this very day, September 19, 2014, the morning of Kobani was not an ordinary one.
The sun we had always known as warm and gent…
By Dr. Adnan Bouzan
O human being—
O bearer of many faces and of stories hidden behind your eyes.
I write to you a letter that seeks not ready-made a…