مهرجان الفن | The Art Festival of Asilah
"A local artist discovers passion with an art curator during the famous Asilah cultural festival."
مهرجان الفن
The Art Festival of Asilah
الفصل الأول | Chapter One
أَرْسُمُ فِي مَهْرَجَانِ أَصِيلَةَ كُلَّ صَيْفٍ.
I paint in the Asilah festival every summer.
جَاءَتْ قَيِّمَةُ مَتْحَفٍ تَبْحَثُ عَنْ فَنَّانِينَ.
A museum curator came looking for artists.
"أَبْحَثُ عَنْ مَوَاهِبَ جَدِيدَةٍ."
"I'm looking for new talents."
الفصل الثاني | Chapter Two
كَانَتْ فِي الخَمْسِينَ، أَنِيقَةً، ذَاتَ عَيْنٍ فَنِّيَّةٍ.
She was in her fifties, elegant, with an artistic eye.
"لَوْحَاتُكَ مُخْتَلِفَةٌ."
"Your paintings are different."
"أَرْسُمُ مَا أَشْعُرُ بِهِ."
"I paint what I feel."
الفصل الثالث | Chapter Three
"وَمَاذَا تَشْعُرُ؟"
"And what do you feel?"
"الوَحْدَةَ غَالِبًا."
"Loneliness mostly."
"أَرَاهَا فِي أَلْوَانِكَ."
"I see it in your colors."
الفصل الرابع | Chapter Four
مَشَيْنَا فِي المَدِينَةِ القَدِيمَةِ.
We walked in the old city.
الجُدْرَانُ مُزَيَّنَةٌ بِالجِدَارِيَّاتِ.
The walls decorated with murals.
"هَذِهِ جِدَارِيَّتِي مِنَ العَامِ المَاضِي."
"This is my mural from last year."
الفصل الخامس | Chapter Five
"جَمِيلَةٌ... لَكِنَّهَا حَزِينَةٌ."
"Beautiful... but sad."
"كَانَتْ زَوْجَتِي قَدْ مَاتَتْ قَبْلَهَا بِشَهْرٍ."
"My wife had died a month before it."
"آسِفَةٌ..."
"I'm sorry..."
الفصل السادس | Chapter Six
"وَأَنْتِ؟ لِمَاذَا عُيُونُكِ حَزِينَةٌ أَيْضًا؟"
"And you? Why are your eyes also sad?"
"زَوْجِي تَرَكَنِي لِفَنَّانَةٍ أَصْغَرَ."
"My husband left me for a younger artist."
"نَحْنُ مُتَشَابِهَانِ."
"We are alike."
الفصل السابع | Chapter Seven
تِلْكَ اللَّيْلَةَ، فِي مَرْسَمِي المُطِلِّ عَلَى البَحْرِ.
That night, in my studio overlooking the sea.
"سَأَرْسُمُكِ... بِأَلْوَانٍ سَعِيدَةٍ."
"I will paint you... in happy colors."
"وَأَنَا سَأُعَرِّفُ العَالَمَ بِفَنِّكَ."
"And I will introduce the world to your art."
الفصل الثامن | Chapter Eight
عَرَضَتْ لَوْحَاتِي فِي مَتْحَفِهَا.
She exhibited my paintings in her museum.
لَوْحَاتٌ جَدِيدَةٌ بِأَلْوَانٍ مُشْرِقَةٍ.
New paintings in bright colors.
"الحُبُّ غَيَّرَ فَنَّكَ." قَالَتْ.
"Love changed your art." She said.
الخاتمة | Conclusion
الفَنُّ يَعْكِسُ الرُّوحَ.
Art reflects the soul.
وَرُوحِي الآنَ سَعِيدَةٌ.
And my soul is now happy.
لِأَنَّنِي وَجَدْتُهَا بَيْنَ الأَلْوَانِ.
Because I found her among the colors.
من حكايات أصيلة From the Tales of Asilah