في صبيحة الخامس والعشرين من شهر مايو لعام 1961م وُلِد في حي الكوت بالهفوف الشاعر أحمد محمد الملا. أمه عائشة بنت حسين العرفج من سلالة البيوت العريقة بالأحساء ووالده محمد بن عبدالرحمن الملا، ينتمي إلى بيوت العلم والعلماء الذين كانت بيوتهم لا تتوقف الأكفُّ عن طرق أبوابها من كثرة الوافدين عليها لطلب العلم ولقضاء الحوائج.
الطفل الشاعر دائماً ما تردد والدتُه على مسامعه أنه الطفل الأول من عائلته الذي ولد في المستشفى، بينما أخوته الثلاثة الذين سبقوه في الحياة قد ولدوا في البيت، وكانت تسمي يوم مولده يوم العيد الكبير الذي يصادف الحادي عشر من ذي الحجة لعام 1380هـ.
وكأنه وُضع في خانة التميّز منذ الصغر، وأصبحت هذه الخانة تكبر معه شيئاً فشيئاً كلما أخذته الحياةُ في دروب الشعر. ورث عن أبيه مثلما يرثُ معظمُ الأبناء عن آبائهم الأحسائيين حُبّ النخلة، تعلّم منه كيف يحضنها مثلما تحضن الأمُّ ابنها!.. كيف يُصغي بحواسّه المتوثبة إلى جذورها في التربة!. كانت حكاياتُ والده وقصصهِ عنها تشبه حكايات ألف ليلة وليلة، إذْ يتذكر أن المسافة الممتدة من بيتهم الموجود في الجهة الغربية من حي الكوت إلى نخلهم «المخيبري» الواقع في الطريق العمومي المفضي إلى قرية المنصورة، وهو ممسك بيد والده جيئةً وذهاباً هي حياة النخلة التي انزرعتْ في روحه وقلبه حتى قال عنه الإعلامي عبدالله المغلوث في حوار أجراه معه «من ينظر إلى ملامح الشاعر أحمد الملا فسيجزم بأنه خرج من رحم نخلة. عيناه البنيتان تمرتان وفمه نواة وأطرافه أغصان يانعة».
يا له من وصف ينبّهنا إلى قصيدة كتبها الشاعر عام 2007 بعنوان «الأحساء أغنيتي ونخيلها جفاه الفلاحون» يستعيد فيها أزمنة الطفولة والشباب ويلتقط الحنين الذي كانت تتدفق مياهه من عيونها الفوارة، ويسترجع تلك الحياة التي كانت تنضج سريعاً على أعذاق النخيل وغصونها، ويتذكر الطقوس وتضاريس الأمكنة «.. أزمان عريضة والنخلة في هذه الجزيرة هي الأم والأب والملاذ، البيت والمعاش، الظل والسقف.. قفّة الخبز ولهب الرغيف، صندوق الجدة ومكحلة العروس، هديّة البواكير وذهب السلال، عصا الرعاة وحطبة الفأس».
وحينما كان الفتى الشاعر يكبر بين حارات الهفوف ويدرس في مدارسها النظامية «مدرسة الفتح الابتدائية» كانت حواسّه تتفتح على نداءات الشعر، وأنَّ لها أنْ لا تتفتح، فقد وجد نفسه محاطاً بعالم من الكتب سواء كان عند والده في بيتهم، أو عند عمه الشيخ عبدالله الملا «الذي أسس أول مكتبة تجارية في الأحساء» مما حفزه كثيراً على مغامرة القراءة. لكنْ ثمة حافز آخر، قربه للشعر أكثر، دائماً ما كان يذكره وهو انبهاره ودهشته أمام شخصيات عايشها في حارته كانوا يطلقون عليها صفة الجنون؛ لأن سلوكها فقط لا يتوافق والذوق العام. وليست قصيدة «عويمر.. الحريق يراد له صاحب» الواردة في ديوانه (يوشك أن يحدث يليه مرآة النائم) سوى ملمح عابر على مفاعيل هذا الانبهار.
إن هذه الشرارة من الدهشة نمت في داخله مثلما تنمو نبة صغيرة في حقل مهيأ للزرع، وعلمته لاحقاً أن الشعر لا يمكن الإمساك به إلا وهو كامن أو مندس خلف الظواهر، اسمعه كيف يقول: «بالنسبة لي مثلاً عندما أستمع إلى أغاني فريد الأطرش في ذروة فصل الصيف، أشعر فجأة بقشعريرة ً، برجفة ضاربة من البرد» وكأنه وعى مبكراً أن التمرد على نمطية الظواهر يقوده إلى حقيقة الشعر، وهذه الحقيقة بالنسبة له ليست سوى لعبة تشبه الألعاب التي مارسها طيلة حياته منذ الصغر، حيث كلما أتقن لعبة هرب منها إلى غيرها، وعندما أدركته لعبة الشعر خاف أن يتقنه؛ فيهرب منه. يقول في قصيدة «لعبة الشعر» من ديوان (إياك أن يموت قبلك) ص122 هجرتُ كل شيء ولحقني الشعر يلهث هربتُ منه.. وأدركتني عضّته هرما أهملته خوفا وريبة من أمري..
لهذا أكتبه، وسريعا أرميه من يدي بعلاّت لا أتداركها نبت الشوكُ في أصابعي خشيتي أن أجيد ما أفعل ويهجرني إلى لعبة أخرى.
لذلك خلال هذا الوعي المبكر الذي انفتحتْ أبوابه على حياته أخذ يدفع خطواته في كل اتجاه، وكأنه يبحث عن المعنى الذي يعطي حياته القيمةَ الكبرى، وكانت المحطة الأولى في هذا البحث بدأت من دراسته الجامعية في الرياض حينما كانت تُسمى جامعة الملك سعود جامعة الرياض، حيث درس فيها علم الاجتماع وتخرج منها عام 1983، وفيها بدأ يتلمس طريقه للشعر حينما كتب محاولاته الأولى في الشعر التقليدي بتشجيع من أصدقاء الدراسة. لكنه وهو المأخوذ بصفة التمرد والبحث الدائم عن الفرادة ترك العمل في جامعة الملك فيصل بين الأحساء والدمام عام 1994م بعدما قضى فيها أكثر من عشر سنوات. وفي هذا العقد من الزمن بين تخرجه وتركه للعمل بدأت تحولاته الشعرية تظهر حين بدأ يكتب قصيدة النثر، وذلك بالتزامن مع دخوله عالم الصحافة متعاوناً مع جريدة اليوم في الشأن الثقافي الأدبي، ثم رئيساً لتحرير جريدة الرياضي.
لم يكن إصداره لمجموعته الشعرية الأولى (ظل يتقصف) عن المؤسسة العربية للدراسات عام 1995 سوى الإعلان عن بروز شاعر سيحتل مكان الصدارة في ساحتنا الأدبية، وستكون مياهُ بئره الشعري تتدفق بلا توقف أو انقطاع على مدى العقود التالية من السنين. وكأن سرَّ تدفقه نلمحه في الحيوية والنشاط والإقبال بحب وأمل على الحياة باعتبار ما تسلكه حياتهُ في طرقها الوعرة؛ لأجل أن يستمر هذا التدفق دون انقطاع.
لذلك جاءت إصداراته لمجموعاته الشعرية بعد الأولى كالتالي: (خفيف ومائل كنسيان) صدر عن دار الجديد - بيروت 1997م (سهم يهمس باسمي) صدر عن دار الكوكب ورياض الريس – 2005 (تمارين الوحش) صدر عن دار الغاوون 2010 (كتبتنا البنات) صدر عن نادي الرياض الأدبيّ والمركز الثقافي العربي 2013 (علامة فارقة) صدر عن دار مسعى 2014 (الهواء طويل وقصيرة هي الأرض) صدر عن دار مدارك 2014 (ما أجمل أخطائي) صدر عن دار مسارات 2016 (إياك أن يموت قبلك) صدر عن دار منشورات المتوسط 2018 (يوشك أن يحدث يليه مرآة النائم) صدر عن دار مسكيلياني 2020 (يا له من يوم هائل) صدر عن مجموعة كلمات 2024 وقد لا يجانبنا الصواب حينما نؤكد أن هذا الملمح يرفده وجه آخر ارتبط بحياة الشاعر، ألا وهو الشغف بالعمل الثقافي والفتوحات التي ترسخت على يديه، فقد أسس وأدار مهرجان أفلام السعودية منذ عام 2008، ولا يزال مستمراً للآن. أيضا ومن خلال توليه إدارة فرع جمعية الثقافة والفنون بالدمام أنشأ بيت الموسيقى ومهرجان بيت الشعر الذي افتتحت دورته الأولى 28 مارس 2015 إن هذا الشغف بالسينما والفن التشكيلي أيضا سنراه يضرب أطناب أعمدته في تجربته الشعرية مما سنقف عليه فيما يلي من كلام.
ولكن بلا شك مثل هذه الشخصية المبدعة والمؤثرة في مشهدنا الإبداعي والأدبي لن تخلو سيرتها من الجوائز والتكريمات، وليست جائزة الشاعر محمد الثبيتي للإبداع التي حصل عليها شاعرنا في دورتها الثانية عام 2015 سوى الدليل على هذا التميز والعطاء.
قصيدة الملا هي تؤم الحياة منذ إصداره الأول (ظل يتقصف) وقصيدته لا تتوقف عن الجريان، فما أن تخطو خطواتها الأولى إلا وتتجاوزها إلى ما بعدها بخفة ورغبة جامحة إلى فضاء أكثر رحابة وأكثر انفتاحاً. فهو يكتب القصيدة كمن يخوض سباقاً لا توجد في مضماره سوى أيامه، محاولاً اللحاق بها كي يسترد منها حياته. لا شيء يمنعه من اللحاق، لا شيء يصده، آمنَ بالقصيدة كمأوى ضد الطيور الجارحة في الحياة. لكنه لم يغلق نوافذه ولا أبوابه، العابرون كثر على عتباته، وكأنه المصب الذي تلتقي عنده الأنهار جميعاً. إذ نصغي إليه حين يقول في قصيدة «أمحو الموت» من ديوان «تمارين الوحش» ص 156 مخاطباً إحداهن «.. لهذا عليك أن تتجنبي الأسود من الثياب، يكفيني ما أنا فيه من غيابي، ولا تغلقي نافذة فتحناها معاً، أو تفتحي باباً مررنا به، لا تضعيني في الحزن، ولا تنسي عشقي للحياة».
لكن مكابدات الحياة باعتبارها مرجعية للكتابة عند أحمد الملا لها ضريبتها المؤلمة على حياته نفسها، ولها في نفس الوقت الحافز الذي يمدّه بالحس الشعري للكتابة. يقول في قصيدة «أدفع حياتي نحو الماء» من ديوان (يوشك أن يحدث) ص45: أنهكتني حياتي حين كتبتها، ظلت ترتمي أمامي جانحةً على شاطئ ضحل، لم تسعفني حيلةٌ تعيدها إلى حيث تغوص الحيتان وتختفي مرحة في المحيطات، يوجعني مرآها تتمرغ وتنفخ في الوحل وكلما همّت بالعودة مع الموج حفرت حتفها بكلمات أغصّ بها وتلفظني.
أحمد المُلّا توأم حياة بين جُملتين..
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محمد الحرز
On the morning of May 25, 1961, the poet Ahmed Mohammed Al-Mulla was born in the Al-Kout neighborhood of Al-Hofuf. His mother, Aisha bint Hussein Al-Urfaj, comes from a lineage of esteemed families in Al-Ahsa, and his father, Mohammed bin Abdulrahman Al-Mulla, belongs to families of knowledge and scholars whose doors were always knocked upon by many seeking knowledge and assistance.
The young poet often heard his mother tell him that he was the first child in his family to be born in a hospital, while his three siblings who preceded him in life were born at home. She referred to the day of his birth as the great holiday, which coincides with the 11th of Dhul-Hijjah in the year 1380 AH.
It was as if he was placed in a category of distinction from a young age, and this category grew with him little by little as life took him down the paths of poetry. He inherited from his father, just as most sons of Al-Ahsa inherit from their fathers, a love for the palm tree. He learned how to embrace it as a mother embraces her child! How to listen with his eager senses to its roots in the soil! His father's tales and stories about it resembled the tales of One Thousand and One Nights, as he remembers the distance from their house in the western part of Al-Kout to their palm trees, "Al-Mukhaybari," located on the main road leading to the village of Al-Mansoura, while holding his father's hand back and forth. This was the life of the palm tree that was planted in his soul and heart, to the extent that the media figure Abdullah Al-Maghlouth said about him in an interview, "Anyone who looks at the features of the poet Ahmed Al-Mulla will be certain that he emerged from the womb of a palm tree. His brown eyes are dates, his mouth is a seed, and his limbs are tender branches."
What a description that reminds us of a poem the poet wrote in 2007 titled "Al-Ahsa is My Song and Its Palms Have Been Neglected by Farmers," in which he recalls the times of childhood and youth and captures the nostalgia that flowed from its gushing eyes. He reminisces about that life which ripened quickly on the dates and branches of the palm trees, and remembers the rituals and the landscapes of places: ".. Broad times, and the palm tree in this island is the mother and father and refuge, the home and livelihood, the shade and roof.. A basket of bread and the flame of the loaf, the grandmother's box and the bride's kohl, the gift of the first fruits and the gold of the baskets, the shepherd's staff and the chopping block."
As the young poet grew up among the alleys of Al-Hofuf and studied in its formal schools, "Al-Fath Primary School," his senses opened up to the calls of poetry, and how could they not? He found himself surrounded by a world of books, whether at home with his father or at his uncle Sheikh Abdullah Al-Mulla's house, "who established the first commercial library in Al-Ahsa," which greatly encouraged him to embark on the adventure of reading. But there was another motivator that brought him closer to poetry, which he always mentioned: his amazement and astonishment at characters he encountered in his neighborhood who were labeled as mad because their behavior did not conform to public taste. The poem "Awimer.. The Fire Needs a Master," found in his collection (Something is About to Happen Followed by the Mirror of the Sleeper), is merely a fleeting glimpse of the effects of this astonishment.
This spark of wonder grew within him like a small seedling in a field prepared for planting, and later taught him that poetry cannot be grasped unless it is latent or hidden behind phenomena. Listen to how he says: "For me, for example, when I listen to the songs of Farid Al-Atrash in the height of summer, I suddenly feel a shiver, a deep tremor of cold," as if he realized early on that rebellion against the norm of phenomena leads him to the truth of poetry, and this truth for him is nothing but a game similar to the games he played throughout his life since childhood, where every time he mastered a game, he escaped to another. When the game of poetry caught up with him, he feared mastering it; thus, he fled from it. He says in the poem "The Game of Poetry" from the collection (Do Not Let It Die Before You) p. 122: I abandoned everything, and poetry chased me, panting. I fled from it.. And its bite caught up with me, an old man I neglected out of fear and suspicion of my condition..
That is why I write it, and quickly I throw it from my hand with flaws I cannot rectify. The thorns have sprouted in my fingers, fearing that I might master what I do and it would abandon me for another game.
Thus, during this early awareness that opened its doors to his life, he began to take steps in every direction, as if he were searching for the meaning that gives his life the greatest value. The first station in this search began with his university studies in Riyadh when it was called King Saud University, where he studied sociology and graduated in 1983. There, he began to feel his way to poetry when he wrote his first attempts at traditional poetry, encouraged by his classmates. However, being taken by the trait of rebellion and the constant search for uniqueness, he left his job at King Faisal University between Al-Ahsa and Dammam in 1994 after spending more than ten years there. During this decade between his graduation and leaving his job, his poetic transformations began to appear when he started writing prose poetry, coinciding with his entry into the world of journalism, collaborating with Al-Yaum newspaper on cultural and literary matters, then becoming the editor-in-chief of Al-Riyadi newspaper.
His publication of his first poetry collection (The Shadow is Splitting) by the Arab Institute for Studies in 1995 was merely an announcement of the emergence of a poet who would occupy a prominent place in our literary arena, and the waters of his poetic well would flow continuously and uninterruptedly over the following decades. It seems that the secret of his flow can be glimpsed in the vitality, energy, and love and hope he approaches life with, considering what his life traverses on its rugged paths; in order for this flow to continue without interruption.
Therefore, his subsequent poetry collections were published as follows: (Light and Slanted as Forgetting) published by Dar Al-Jadeed - Beirut 1997 (An Arrow Whispers My Name) published by Dar Al-Kawkab and Riyad Al-Rais - 2005 (Exercises of the Beast) published by Dar Al-Ghawoun 2010 (Our Girls Wrote) published by the Riyadh Literary Club and the Arab Cultural Center 2013 (A Distinctive Mark) published by Dar Mas’aa 2014 (The Air is Long and the Earth is Short) published by Dar Madarak 2014 (How Beautiful My Mistakes Are) published by Dar Masarat 2016 (Do Not Let It Die Before You) published by Dar Manshūrāt Al-Mutawassit 2018 (Something is About to Happen Followed by the Mirror of the Sleeper) published by Dar Maskiliyan 2020 (What a Great Day) published by the Words Group 2024. And we may not be far from the truth when we affirm that this feature is complemented by another aspect related to the poet's life, which is the passion for cultural work and the achievements that have been established by his hands. He has founded and managed the Saudi Film Festival since 2008, which is still ongoing. Also, through his management of the branch of the Culture and Arts Association in Dammam, he established the House of Music and the Poetry House Festival, which opened its first session on March 28, 2015. This passion for cinema and visual arts will also be evident as it strikes the pillars of his poetic experience, which we will address in the following discussion.
However, undoubtedly, such a creative and influential personality in our creative and literary scene will not lack awards and honors, and the Mohammed Al-Thubaiti Award for Creativity, which our poet received in its second edition in 2015, is merely evidence of this distinction and contribution.
The poetry of Al-Mulla is a prayer for life since his first publication (The Shadow is Splitting), and his poetry does not cease to flow. As soon as it takes its first steps, it surpasses them to what follows with lightness and a wild desire for a more spacious and open space. He writes poetry as if he is racing in a race where only his days exist on its track, trying to catch up with it to reclaim his life. Nothing prevents him from catching up, nothing deters him; he believes in poetry as a refuge against the predatory birds of life. But he has not closed his windows or doors; many passersby are at his thresholds, as if he is the confluence where all rivers meet. We listen to him when he says in the poem "Erase Death" from the collection "Exercises of the Beast" p. 156, addressing one of them: ".. Therefore, you must avoid black clothing; I have had enough of my absence, and do not close the window we opened together, nor open a door we passed through. Do not place me in sadness, and do not forget my love for life."
However, the struggles of life, as a reference for writing for Ahmed Al-Mulla, have their painful toll on his life itself, and at the same time, they provide him with the poetic sensibility for writing. He says in the poem "I Push My Life Towards Water" from the collection (Something is About to Happen) p. 45: My life exhausted me when I wrote it; it kept throwing itself before me, drifting on a shallow shore. No trick could help me return it to where the whales dive and disappear joyfully in the oceans; its sight pains me as it wallows and blows in the mud, and whenever it attempts to return with the wave, it digs its own demise with words that choke me and expel me.
The young poet often heard his mother tell him that he was the first child in his family to be born in a hospital, while his three siblings who preceded him in life were born at home. She referred to the day of his birth as the great holiday, which coincides with the 11th of Dhul-Hijjah in the year 1380 AH.
It was as if he was placed in a category of distinction from a young age, and this category grew with him little by little as life took him down the paths of poetry. He inherited from his father, just as most sons of Al-Ahsa inherit from their fathers, a love for the palm tree. He learned how to embrace it as a mother embraces her child! How to listen with his eager senses to its roots in the soil! His father's tales and stories about it resembled the tales of One Thousand and One Nights, as he remembers the distance from their house in the western part of Al-Kout to their palm trees, "Al-Mukhaybari," located on the main road leading to the village of Al-Mansoura, while holding his father's hand back and forth. This was the life of the palm tree that was planted in his soul and heart, to the extent that the media figure Abdullah Al-Maghlouth said about him in an interview, "Anyone who looks at the features of the poet Ahmed Al-Mulla will be certain that he emerged from the womb of a palm tree. His brown eyes are dates, his mouth is a seed, and his limbs are tender branches."
What a description that reminds us of a poem the poet wrote in 2007 titled "Al-Ahsa is My Song and Its Palms Have Been Neglected by Farmers," in which he recalls the times of childhood and youth and captures the nostalgia that flowed from its gushing eyes. He reminisces about that life which ripened quickly on the dates and branches of the palm trees, and remembers the rituals and the landscapes of places: ".. Broad times, and the palm tree in this island is the mother and father and refuge, the home and livelihood, the shade and roof.. A basket of bread and the flame of the loaf, the grandmother's box and the bride's kohl, the gift of the first fruits and the gold of the baskets, the shepherd's staff and the chopping block."
As the young poet grew up among the alleys of Al-Hofuf and studied in its formal schools, "Al-Fath Primary School," his senses opened up to the calls of poetry, and how could they not? He found himself surrounded by a world of books, whether at home with his father or at his uncle Sheikh Abdullah Al-Mulla's house, "who established the first commercial library in Al-Ahsa," which greatly encouraged him to embark on the adventure of reading. But there was another motivator that brought him closer to poetry, which he always mentioned: his amazement and astonishment at characters he encountered in his neighborhood who were labeled as mad because their behavior did not conform to public taste. The poem "Awimer.. The Fire Needs a Master," found in his collection (Something is About to Happen Followed by the Mirror of the Sleeper), is merely a fleeting glimpse of the effects of this astonishment.
This spark of wonder grew within him like a small seedling in a field prepared for planting, and later taught him that poetry cannot be grasped unless it is latent or hidden behind phenomena. Listen to how he says: "For me, for example, when I listen to the songs of Farid Al-Atrash in the height of summer, I suddenly feel a shiver, a deep tremor of cold," as if he realized early on that rebellion against the norm of phenomena leads him to the truth of poetry, and this truth for him is nothing but a game similar to the games he played throughout his life since childhood, where every time he mastered a game, he escaped to another. When the game of poetry caught up with him, he feared mastering it; thus, he fled from it. He says in the poem "The Game of Poetry" from the collection (Do Not Let It Die Before You) p. 122: I abandoned everything, and poetry chased me, panting. I fled from it.. And its bite caught up with me, an old man I neglected out of fear and suspicion of my condition..
That is why I write it, and quickly I throw it from my hand with flaws I cannot rectify. The thorns have sprouted in my fingers, fearing that I might master what I do and it would abandon me for another game.
Thus, during this early awareness that opened its doors to his life, he began to take steps in every direction, as if he were searching for the meaning that gives his life the greatest value. The first station in this search began with his university studies in Riyadh when it was called King Saud University, where he studied sociology and graduated in 1983. There, he began to feel his way to poetry when he wrote his first attempts at traditional poetry, encouraged by his classmates. However, being taken by the trait of rebellion and the constant search for uniqueness, he left his job at King Faisal University between Al-Ahsa and Dammam in 1994 after spending more than ten years there. During this decade between his graduation and leaving his job, his poetic transformations began to appear when he started writing prose poetry, coinciding with his entry into the world of journalism, collaborating with Al-Yaum newspaper on cultural and literary matters, then becoming the editor-in-chief of Al-Riyadi newspaper.
His publication of his first poetry collection (The Shadow is Splitting) by the Arab Institute for Studies in 1995 was merely an announcement of the emergence of a poet who would occupy a prominent place in our literary arena, and the waters of his poetic well would flow continuously and uninterruptedly over the following decades. It seems that the secret of his flow can be glimpsed in the vitality, energy, and love and hope he approaches life with, considering what his life traverses on its rugged paths; in order for this flow to continue without interruption.
Therefore, his subsequent poetry collections were published as follows: (Light and Slanted as Forgetting) published by Dar Al-Jadeed - Beirut 1997 (An Arrow Whispers My Name) published by Dar Al-Kawkab and Riyad Al-Rais - 2005 (Exercises of the Beast) published by Dar Al-Ghawoun 2010 (Our Girls Wrote) published by the Riyadh Literary Club and the Arab Cultural Center 2013 (A Distinctive Mark) published by Dar Mas’aa 2014 (The Air is Long and the Earth is Short) published by Dar Madarak 2014 (How Beautiful My Mistakes Are) published by Dar Masarat 2016 (Do Not Let It Die Before You) published by Dar Manshūrāt Al-Mutawassit 2018 (Something is About to Happen Followed by the Mirror of the Sleeper) published by Dar Maskiliyan 2020 (What a Great Day) published by the Words Group 2024. And we may not be far from the truth when we affirm that this feature is complemented by another aspect related to the poet's life, which is the passion for cultural work and the achievements that have been established by his hands. He has founded and managed the Saudi Film Festival since 2008, which is still ongoing. Also, through his management of the branch of the Culture and Arts Association in Dammam, he established the House of Music and the Poetry House Festival, which opened its first session on March 28, 2015. This passion for cinema and visual arts will also be evident as it strikes the pillars of his poetic experience, which we will address in the following discussion.
However, undoubtedly, such a creative and influential personality in our creative and literary scene will not lack awards and honors, and the Mohammed Al-Thubaiti Award for Creativity, which our poet received in its second edition in 2015, is merely evidence of this distinction and contribution.
The poetry of Al-Mulla is a prayer for life since his first publication (The Shadow is Splitting), and his poetry does not cease to flow. As soon as it takes its first steps, it surpasses them to what follows with lightness and a wild desire for a more spacious and open space. He writes poetry as if he is racing in a race where only his days exist on its track, trying to catch up with it to reclaim his life. Nothing prevents him from catching up, nothing deters him; he believes in poetry as a refuge against the predatory birds of life. But he has not closed his windows or doors; many passersby are at his thresholds, as if he is the confluence where all rivers meet. We listen to him when he says in the poem "Erase Death" from the collection "Exercises of the Beast" p. 156, addressing one of them: ".. Therefore, you must avoid black clothing; I have had enough of my absence, and do not close the window we opened together, nor open a door we passed through. Do not place me in sadness, and do not forget my love for life."
However, the struggles of life, as a reference for writing for Ahmed Al-Mulla, have their painful toll on his life itself, and at the same time, they provide him with the poetic sensibility for writing. He says in the poem "I Push My Life Towards Water" from the collection (Something is About to Happen) p. 45: My life exhausted me when I wrote it; it kept throwing itself before me, drifting on a shallow shore. No trick could help me return it to where the whales dive and disappear joyfully in the oceans; its sight pains me as it wallows and blows in the mud, and whenever it attempts to return with the wave, it digs its own demise with words that choke me and expel me.
