Alwan Hanin is a prose collection by the poet Dr. Anis Razzouk, through which he broadcasts his longing for the homeland, the mother, and the beloved. And when we read the collection, we will immediately discover that the words are the writer's secrets, and in the map of time they were not just a literary production to be placed in a book, but rather expressions that roamed in the times of the past, and wrote their words over the years, and then collected and embraced the present, and it is also a vision for the future and a noble participation of those who is reading. In one of his prose poems, the writer says: O spring of my dreams.. my beautiful destiny Oh, the warmth of my naked frost In my veins you grow ignite nostalgia And you ride on the back of my buried longing My letters, my dreams and my passions You weave, you shine, the pulse of my soul And a balm for whine.