I follow the news from El Gouna this week like every filmmaker across the region, with joy and a quiet pang of envy. CineGouna unveiled prizes exceeding $350,000 for 16 out of 19 competing projects, and the festival launched a joint initiative with Rotterdam to empower displaced directors. Wonderful news, and I know well what an amount like that means to a fragile project struggling to stand on its feet. Yet I also know the inevitable question that arises once the celebration winds down: what next?

Young filmmakers documenting devastation with cameras and smartphones
Filmmakers and activists documenting reality with their cameras amidst ruins
The documentary film Soul
The documentary film “Soul”

My film “Soul” navigated this exact path. It picked up awards, toured a multitude of festivals spanning four continents, is currently streaming on MBC's Shahid across the region, and found a home on SBS in Australia. Yet, I produced it without a dedicated production house and without a local bank account connected to the global system; every distribution contract had to pass through trusted friends signing abroad on my behalf. The project subsisted on meager grants and immense personal exhaustion—something that cannot genuinely be called an industry; it is simply sheer obstinacy.

A family scene showing a father holding his infant next to a woman wearing a veil
An intimate glimpse from a documentary portraying tender family bonds

There is nothing to fault in institutional grants. The AFAC fund awards up to $50,000 to produce a feature film, yet AFAC itself encourages applicants to diversify their funding channels. In other words, a grant unlocks the front door, leaving the director to construct the rest of the house.

A young man carrying a heavy load under a shattered roof
A human portrait set against harsh conditions reflecting the struggle to endure

Nor do I place much blame on production houses. Broadcasters offer modest acquisitions, the market is fragmented into isolated islands, and capital recuperates sluggishly, if at all. Moroccan director Abdelali Mehdi understands this hesitation: “They deal with legitimate commercial constraints and seek content that guarantees the widest possible reach. Creative documentary is a long-term cultural investment, and today we urgently need dialogue and bridges of trust between artists and distributors.”

Yet the landscape is beginning to shift, according to Saudi author Abdullah Al-Mohseni: “Interest in documentaries surged alongside the rise of Netflix originals. We now see Arab platforms like Shahid and Thmanyah paying deeper attention to the genre, whereas viewing was previously confined to festivals and niche TV networks.” However, he notes that financial support for documentaries still lags far behind narrative cinema, and that broader attention remains disproportionately modest.

From the Egyptian documentary The Brink of Dreams
From the Egyptian documentary “The Brink of Dreams”

The El Gouna prize list includes a telling detail: PepsiCo, Emirates NBD, Rotana, and ART each contributed $10,000, while numerous other accolades offered in-kind services in editing, sound design, and distribution. This proves that the private sector steps up whenever projects are presented with structure, clarity, and professionalism. What we sorely lack is having this happen year-round and specifically for documentaries, rather than during a single festival week.

Poster of the film Kilometer 64 showing a young man watering a plant in the desert
Poster for the documentary film “Kilometer 64”

So what is the remedy? Abdelali Mehdi suggests a concrete measure: “Activating pre-sale mechanisms through our national broadcasters. When a television network signs on as a partner right from the writing stage, the project gains leverage to unlock international co-productions, turning solitary grants into a sustainable ecosystem that serves everyone.” Al-Mohseni adds that filmmakers need platforms willing to purchase digital streaming rights, as well as a broadening of subject matters beyond the conventional confines of politics and religion.

To this, I would add: co-productions bridging Arab capitals, producers who truly understand and cherish the documentary form, and institutional mechanisms enabling independent auteurs without incorporated entities to sign distribution pacts.

The talent is unmistakable; our films premiering across world festivals prove it. What is missing is an enduring market capable of carrying these titles beyond the applause—without which every triumph will remain a solitary, unrepeatable anecdote.