The Syrian writer, Wael Al-Qadiri, confirms that his primary motivation for writing is to convey everything that ravages him about human pain or innate joy, and he says: Sometimes I write about hope; The weak hope, the absurdity of what is happening, the theater of the absurd as I watch it from the window of my room.
In his interview with Al-Bayan, Al-Qadri points out the support that the United Arab Emirates provides to Arab creators financially and morally, saying: The UAE has done justice to the Arab creator and provided him with many opportunities, including fair competitions, publishing and translation opportunities, and high-level cultural festivals. Global.
Scene and story
Regarding Al-Qadri’s beginnings, he says: The beginnings were with contemplation, contemplating everything that led to amazement, whether a scene or an oral story. These reflections began in childhood, with an interest in adult stories and linking the story to cinematic imagination. I could turn any conversation into a scene in my imagination. The scene may not necessarily be exactly identical to the real story. The important thing is that I imagine it as I would like to see it, with all the details that beauty dictates to me. As I grew older and began my experience with literature, I found myself filled with a memory that stored many stories, scenes, and feelings. Sometimes it came out in the form of poetic images with or without music, and sometimes in the form of thoughts, but when she produced a short story, that was what made me feel internally satisfied.
Visual delight
Regarding writing the story, Al-Qadiri adds: Often the story I write emerges from a scene through which I try to release an idea that preoccupies me. I would love for the reader to share with me this written cinema, to share with me this visual enjoyment in every detail, in order to ultimately reach the desired idea after feeling penetrating the story and merging into its worlds. He continues: What motivates me most to write is my need for it, my urgent need to convey all the human pain or innate joy that can produce an idea. I admit that for thirteen years I could only write while looking out of a window overlooking the war. I write about the absurdity of what is happening, about the stupidity of history in ruminating over itself, about the theater of the absurd as I watch it from the window of my room, about art in the midst of all this, about the creative instinct in the souls of simple people, about memory that is threatened with extinction, and I sometimes write about hope; Poor hope. Regarding the reality of writing stories and poetry in the Arab world: Al-Qadri says: As for poetry, it will remain as long as the Arabs survive. It is the only art that gave us literary civilization, this comprehensive linguistic miracle of music, image and idea. I passionately follow everything that happens in the Arab poetry scene, and Syrian poetry in particular. The poetry is fine, and the poem is still charming, and so is the story, especially the Syrian story, whose names of young writers topped the literary awards. The Sharjah Prize, for example, over the past four years won first place among young Syrians. The Syrian story is fine, and it is now at its best.
