Blog Paradise: SimplyMoroccan’s Competition

SimplyMoroccan’s Competition

Written by Erz on Saturday, October 06, 2007

SimplyMoroccan is having her first competition which requires entrants to write a text that contains the following words: Babbôr, qrzâz, farâsha, wîlî, and khnôna. It is sponsored by SpeakMoroccan and has 3 great prizes of $50 cash to the winning entries. Contest ends midnight of 12th October so hurry if you want to submit an entry! I thought I’d take up the challenge of a foreign-language competition. Pardon my amateurish entry:

The Story of the Mysterious Farâsha

Once upon a time, there lived a rich old woman who lived in a fancy mansion on the outskirts of the city. Describing the mansion as luxurious would be an understatement. It overlooked the sea and offered a stunning view of the wide expanse of water, with the faint sound of a babbôr cruising past every now and then. The woman was a mean and grumpy person, a result of years of money-grabbing and back-stabbing in the business world. Her wicked temper and detestable character also made her a loner. A shrewd businesswoman in her younger days, she was extremely qrzâz and had never donated a single cent to charity in her life. One morning, she was pruning the trees in her garden when a farâsha landed on her nose. “Ah-choo!” she sneezed. Rubbing the khnôna from her nose, she muttered, “Wîlî wîlî, where did that irksome insect come from?” Even as she said it, a picture of a poor beggar reaching out for her hand flashed across her mind. She dismissed the sudden thought and continued what she was doing. However, every morning when she came out into the garden, the same farâsha would land on her nose and make her sneeze and she would have the same flashback. Despite trying all means to get rid of it, it would return every morning to pester her without fail. The exasperated old lady even tried on a Phantom of the Opera mask to no effect. She was fortunate that there was no audience to the spectacle or she might have ended up in the local asylum. Finally, she decided to donate some money to the nearby charity. From then on, the mysterious farâsha never returned. Enlightened, the old lady never failed to donate regularly to the poor from then on...