كتابة المقال الصحفي يلزمه مقدمة، وأنا إنسانة (دوغري) دائماً ولا أحب المقدمات، وبناءً عليه ندخل في صُلب الموضوع مباشرةً دون أي تمهيد.
قرأت كما يقرأ الناس، لا بحثاً عن الحقيقة، بل بحثاً عن جملة أو فكرة ترضي قلقي، وعن شيء أشعر فيه أن الكاتبة بداخلي قد تعبت أكثر مني، حتى أقرأ بريبة القارئ الذي يشك أن جميع الكُتّاب يؤلفون ويكذبون عليه.
فقررت القراءة في عدة مجالات، بدأتها بالتنمية الذاتية، واكتشفت أنني السبب في جميع (مصائبي)، وأنني إن لم استيقظ يومياً مع (زقزقة العصافير) ستتأثر عجلة التنمية الاجتماعية، وإن لم أؤمن بنفسي إيماناً مطلقاً فإن الكون كله لن يؤمن بي أو بخربشات قلمي.
ثم (غيّرت الموجة) وقرأت عن العلاقات الإنسانية، فاكتشفت أن النصائح كلها تدور حول «اختيار الأشخاص المناسبين»، وتخيّلت أنني في سوبرماركت كبير وأنتقي (حبات طماطم) ممتازة، فالحقيقة التي تعلمتها في حياتي هي أن الشخص المناسب لا يُكتشف في أول لقاء، بل في أول «سوء فهم» يحدث في العلاقة.
ثم قرأت قليلاً في السياسة -رغم أني لا أحب أن أحشر أنفي فيها- فاكتشفت أنني مجرد مواطنة صالحة لا تصلح للخوض في أمورها، وأكتفي بذكري كفرد حي يُرزق في تعداد السُكان والإحصائيات، ولكني قد أصبح (مواطنة شرسة) إذا تعدى أي أحمق على وطني أو ولاة أمري، لأني في الحقيقة أرى بلادي أعظم بلاد، فهي تاريخ يحمل مجداً، ومستقبل يُرسم بخطط محسوبة وواعدة، ويكفيني كمواطنة سعودية شعور الطمأنينة حين أضع رأسي على وسادتي، وأعرف أن هذه الأرض يقودها ويحكمها رجال تسهر على أمنها وأمانها وراحة شعبها.
ثم خرجت من طور السياسة لأقرأ عن الصداقات، فوجدت أن الصديق الحقيقي يجب أن يكون مرآتك، ينقل لك دائماً صورتك كما هي دون تزييف، ويفتح لك نوافذ الأمل والهواء متى شعرت بالاختناق، ويغلق عليك الأبواب متى احتجت للراحة والعزلة عن العالم الخارجي.
ثم قرأت أخيراً عن ما يفيدني في الكتابة الصحفية، واكتشفت أن الكاتب يضحك على القارئ، والقارئ يعلم أن الكاتب (كاذب) في معظم الأحيان، ولكنه يستمر بقراءة المقالات وينتظر أن نُضحكه أو حتى نُبكيه على الأقل حتى لا نُصيبه بالملل.
قيل لي في بداية مشواري الصحفي إن الصحافة هي «فن قول الكثير بالقليل»، لكن معظم الكُتّاب -وأنا أولهم- ينجحون فقط في قول القليل بالكثير.
والأطرف في الأمر أن الكاتب الصحفي لا ينجو مهما كتب من النقد، فإن كتب بإيجاز اتهموه بالسطحية، وإن أسهب (وقرقر) على رؤوس القرّاء اتهموه بالثرثرة، وإن حاول السخرية قالوا هذا كاتب يستخف بالعقول، وإن كتب بلغة جادة وجافة اتهموه بالحّدة.
وبين كل هذه (البلاوي) يبقى سر الصحافة والسُلطة الرابعة مثيراً، أن تكتب ليقرأك الناس، وحتى لو قرأوك بريبة أو بمحبة أو بغيض أو حتى من باب الفضول، على الأقل تكون قد نجحت -كما فعلت أنا- في أن تسرق من وقتهم لو بضع دقائق يصفقون لك بعدها أو يحذفونك (بالطوب).
وبالطبع كتابة المقال الصحفي يلزمه خاتمة، وأنا بصراحة إنسانة (مالي خاتمة).
تابع قناة عكاظ على الواتساب
Writing a journalistic article requires an introduction, but I am a straightforward person and I don't like introductions. Therefore, let's dive straight into the heart of the matter without any preamble.
I read as people do, not in search of truth, but in search of a sentence or an idea that satisfies my anxiety, and something that makes me feel that the writer inside me has tired more than I have, so I read with the suspicion of a reader who doubts that all writers fabricate and lie to him.
So I decided to read in several fields, starting with self-development, and I discovered that I am the reason for all my "misfortunes," and that if I do not wake up every day with the "chirping of the birds," the wheel of social development will be affected. If I do not believe in myself absolutely, then the entire universe will not believe in me or in the scribbles of my pen.
Then I "changed the wave" and read about human relationships, discovering that all the advice revolves around "choosing the right people." I imagined myself in a large supermarket selecting excellent "tomatoes." The truth I learned in my life is that the right person is not discovered at the first meeting, but rather at the first "misunderstanding" that occurs in the relationship.
Then I read a little about politics—though I don't like to stick my nose into it—and I discovered that I am just a good citizen unfit to delve into its matters. I content myself with being counted as a living individual in the population and statistics, but I could become a "fierce citizen" if any fool trespasses against my country or my leaders, because I truly see my country as the greatest of lands; it carries a glorious history and a future drawn with calculated and promising plans. As a Saudi citizen, the feeling of reassurance when I lay my head on my pillow is enough for me, knowing that this land is led and governed by men who watch over its security, safety, and the comfort of its people.
Then I moved away from politics to read about friendships, finding that a true friend should be your mirror, always reflecting your image as it is without distortion, opening windows of hope and air whenever you feel suffocated, and closing doors on you whenever you need rest and isolation from the outside world.
Finally, I read about what benefits me in journalistic writing, discovering that the writer laughs at the reader, and the reader knows that the writer is "lying" most of the time, yet he continues to read the articles and waits for us to make him laugh or at least to make him cry so that we do not bore him.
I was told at the beginning of my journalistic journey that journalism is "the art of saying a lot with a little," but most writers—and I am the first of them—only succeed in saying a little with a lot.
The funniest part is that the journalist does not escape criticism no matter what he writes. If he writes concisely, they accuse him of superficiality; if he elaborates (and rambles) over the heads of readers, they accuse him of babbling; if he tries to be sarcastic, they say this writer is mocking intelligence; and if he writes in a serious and dry language, they accuse him of harshness.
Amidst all these "troubles," the secret of journalism and the fourth estate remains intriguing: to write so that people read you, and even if they read you with suspicion, love, disgust, or even out of curiosity, at least you have succeeded—just as I have—in stealing a few minutes of their time, after which they either applaud you or throw you (with bricks).
Of course, writing a journalistic article requires a conclusion, but honestly, I am a person who has "no conclusion."
I read as people do, not in search of truth, but in search of a sentence or an idea that satisfies my anxiety, and something that makes me feel that the writer inside me has tired more than I have, so I read with the suspicion of a reader who doubts that all writers fabricate and lie to him.
So I decided to read in several fields, starting with self-development, and I discovered that I am the reason for all my "misfortunes," and that if I do not wake up every day with the "chirping of the birds," the wheel of social development will be affected. If I do not believe in myself absolutely, then the entire universe will not believe in me or in the scribbles of my pen.
Then I "changed the wave" and read about human relationships, discovering that all the advice revolves around "choosing the right people." I imagined myself in a large supermarket selecting excellent "tomatoes." The truth I learned in my life is that the right person is not discovered at the first meeting, but rather at the first "misunderstanding" that occurs in the relationship.
Then I read a little about politics—though I don't like to stick my nose into it—and I discovered that I am just a good citizen unfit to delve into its matters. I content myself with being counted as a living individual in the population and statistics, but I could become a "fierce citizen" if any fool trespasses against my country or my leaders, because I truly see my country as the greatest of lands; it carries a glorious history and a future drawn with calculated and promising plans. As a Saudi citizen, the feeling of reassurance when I lay my head on my pillow is enough for me, knowing that this land is led and governed by men who watch over its security, safety, and the comfort of its people.
Then I moved away from politics to read about friendships, finding that a true friend should be your mirror, always reflecting your image as it is without distortion, opening windows of hope and air whenever you feel suffocated, and closing doors on you whenever you need rest and isolation from the outside world.
Finally, I read about what benefits me in journalistic writing, discovering that the writer laughs at the reader, and the reader knows that the writer is "lying" most of the time, yet he continues to read the articles and waits for us to make him laugh or at least to make him cry so that we do not bore him.
I was told at the beginning of my journalistic journey that journalism is "the art of saying a lot with a little," but most writers—and I am the first of them—only succeed in saying a little with a lot.
The funniest part is that the journalist does not escape criticism no matter what he writes. If he writes concisely, they accuse him of superficiality; if he elaborates (and rambles) over the heads of readers, they accuse him of babbling; if he tries to be sarcastic, they say this writer is mocking intelligence; and if he writes in a serious and dry language, they accuse him of harshness.
Amidst all these "troubles," the secret of journalism and the fourth estate remains intriguing: to write so that people read you, and even if they read you with suspicion, love, disgust, or even out of curiosity, at least you have succeeded—just as I have—in stealing a few minutes of their time, after which they either applaud you or throw you (with bricks).
Of course, writing a journalistic article requires a conclusion, but honestly, I am a person who has "no conclusion."


