في منتصف شهر مايو الجاري، أكملت عامًا كاملًا منذ أن بدأت رحلتي مع الكتابة الأسبوعية المتخصصة في مجال الطيران.
عامٌ من التحليق بين غيوم الأفكار، ومن الهبوط اللطيف فوق السطور، عام سعيت فيه لأن يكون الطيران أكثر من وسيلة تنقل، بل عوالم تستحق أن تُروى ببساطة، وتُكتب بشغف، وتُقرأ بمحبة.
قبل عام، تشرفت بالانضمام إلى «طاقم» عكاظ، الصحيفة التي لم تتنازل يومًا عن مكانتها في صدارة المشهد الصحفي السعودي. ومنذ ذلك الحين، أصبحت المقالة الأسبوعية مسؤولية وعي لا مجرد كلمات تُسطّر، وصارت هذه الزاوية نافذة حرصت أن يرى الناس من خلالها عوالم الطيران بما فيها من جمال وتعقيد، وما يحيط بها من غموض وفضاءات، نافذةٌ تشرح التفاصيل، وتقدّمها بروح الكاتب الذي يعيش النص والصوت.
وعلى حد علمي فإن هذه المقالة المتخصصة بالطيران، هي الوحيدة من نوعها في الصحافة الخليجية وربما العربية.
أجتهدتُ دائمًا كي لا يكون محتواها تكرارًا لما هو معروف أو اجترارًا لأخبار متاحة، وسعيت أن تمضي بخطٍ مختلف، يجمع التحليل العقلاني البعيد عن المبالغات، والفكر الذي لا يتسوّل الإثارة، وحرصتُ كلّ أسبوع على اختيار الزوايا والاقتراب من الأسئلة التي لا تُطرح كثيراً، ومحاولة إضاءة الكواليس التي لا يراها الجمهور، والقضايا التي تمس جوهر الصناعة.
كتبت كل مقالة بدهشة طفل يرى الطائرة لأول مرة، وبهدوء خبير طوّحته المطارات.
في مقالاتي، كنت أبحث عن القصة قبل الخبر وعن الإنسان بين الأرقام؛ لأن الطيران هو دمعة مودّع، وضحكة عائد، وفي الوقت نفسه رافعة اقتصادية وبوابة استثمار، ومسرح يومي لتفاصيل تشغيلية لا تنتهي.
مرّ العام وكأنه رحلة قصيرة لكنها مليئة بالتحديات.
كتبت من صالات الانتظار المزدحمة ومن غرف الفنادق البعيدة، ومن مقاعد الطائرات المحلّقة، كتبت من قلب التجربة، لا من أطرافها وأنا الذي أمضيت ثلاثين عامًا في ممرات الطيران بين أصوات الطيارين وشاشات المراقبة وساحات الصحافة، وها أنا أجد نفسي كلما قرأت مقالتي في عكاظ أشعر بأنني أُقلع مع القارئ في فضاء من الكلمات، نتأمل معًا كيف يتقاطع الطيران مع الحياة.
ولأن الرحلات لا تنتهي إلا لتبدأ من جديد، سأظل وفيًا للطيران والكتابة، وللقارئ الذي يحوّل كل مقالة إلى مدرج يمتد نحو الأفق.
سأواصل بمشيئة الله، بقلبي أولًا، ثم بضمير الكاتب الذي يؤمن أن الكلمات الصادقة قادرة على التحليق.
سأكتب ما دامت في السماء سحابة، وعلى الأرض مطار، وفي القلب حنين لا يخبو لرحلة مقبلة.
تابع قناة عكاظ على الواتساب
In mid-May of this year, I completed a full year since I began my journey with weekly writing specialized in the field of aviation.
A year of soaring among the clouds of ideas, and gently landing on the lines, a year in which I sought for flying to be more than just a means of transportation, but rather worlds that deserve to be told simply, written with passion, and read with love.
A year ago, I had the honor of joining the "Crew" of Okaz, the newspaper that has never compromised its position at the forefront of the Saudi press scene. Since then, the weekly article has become a responsibility of awareness, not just words penned down, and this column has become a window through which I have ensured that people see the worlds of aviation, with all its beauty and complexity, and the surrounding mysteries and spaces, a window that explains the details and presents them with the spirit of a writer who lives the text and the voice.
To my knowledge, this aviation-specialized article is the only one of its kind in the Gulf press and perhaps in the Arab world.
I have always strived to ensure that its content is not a repetition of what is known or a regurgitation of available news, and I sought for it to take a different path, combining rational analysis free from exaggerations, and thought that does not beg for excitement. Every week, I made it a point to choose angles and approach questions that are not often raised, and to try to illuminate the behind-the-scenes that the audience does not see, and the issues that touch the essence of the industry.
I wrote each article with the wonder of a child seeing an airplane for the first time, and with the calmness of an expert who has been swept away by airports.
In my articles, I sought the story before the news and the human element among the numbers; because aviation is a farewell tear, a returning laugh, and at the same time an economic lever and an investment gateway, a daily stage for endless operational details.
The year passed as if it were a short journey, yet filled with challenges.
I wrote from crowded waiting lounges and distant hotel rooms, from soaring airplane seats, writing from the heart of the experience, not from its edges, as I have spent thirty years in the corridors of aviation among the voices of pilots, monitoring screens, and the fields of journalism. Every time I read my article in Okaz, I feel that I take off with the reader into a space of words, contemplating together how aviation intersects with life.
And because journeys do not end except to begin anew, I will remain loyal to aviation and writing, and to the reader who transforms every article into a runway extending towards the horizon.
I will continue, God willing, with my heart first, and then with the conscience of a writer who believes that sincere words can soar.
I will write as long as there is a cloud in the sky, an airport on the ground, and a longing in the heart that does not fade for an upcoming journey.
A year of soaring among the clouds of ideas, and gently landing on the lines, a year in which I sought for flying to be more than just a means of transportation, but rather worlds that deserve to be told simply, written with passion, and read with love.
A year ago, I had the honor of joining the "Crew" of Okaz, the newspaper that has never compromised its position at the forefront of the Saudi press scene. Since then, the weekly article has become a responsibility of awareness, not just words penned down, and this column has become a window through which I have ensured that people see the worlds of aviation, with all its beauty and complexity, and the surrounding mysteries and spaces, a window that explains the details and presents them with the spirit of a writer who lives the text and the voice.
To my knowledge, this aviation-specialized article is the only one of its kind in the Gulf press and perhaps in the Arab world.
I have always strived to ensure that its content is not a repetition of what is known or a regurgitation of available news, and I sought for it to take a different path, combining rational analysis free from exaggerations, and thought that does not beg for excitement. Every week, I made it a point to choose angles and approach questions that are not often raised, and to try to illuminate the behind-the-scenes that the audience does not see, and the issues that touch the essence of the industry.
I wrote each article with the wonder of a child seeing an airplane for the first time, and with the calmness of an expert who has been swept away by airports.
In my articles, I sought the story before the news and the human element among the numbers; because aviation is a farewell tear, a returning laugh, and at the same time an economic lever and an investment gateway, a daily stage for endless operational details.
The year passed as if it were a short journey, yet filled with challenges.
I wrote from crowded waiting lounges and distant hotel rooms, from soaring airplane seats, writing from the heart of the experience, not from its edges, as I have spent thirty years in the corridors of aviation among the voices of pilots, monitoring screens, and the fields of journalism. Every time I read my article in Okaz, I feel that I take off with the reader into a space of words, contemplating together how aviation intersects with life.
And because journeys do not end except to begin anew, I will remain loyal to aviation and writing, and to the reader who transforms every article into a runway extending towards the horizon.
I will continue, God willing, with my heart first, and then with the conscience of a writer who believes that sincere words can soar.
I will write as long as there is a cloud in the sky, an airport on the ground, and a longing in the heart that does not fade for an upcoming journey.


