40. A MOROCCAN FANTASIA
Lydia helped Darif to escape from England,
but the old Caro, at the end of his strengths,
could not make it to the boat.
When you are in Morocco, set the pigeon free.
It will return back here and I will know that you made it.
The two friends travel to Casablanca by sea,
to find Darif's birth village.
What, don't you know the name of your village?
No, I have forgotten it, but it's close, near mount Atlas.
Mount Atlas is far.
The road stops at Michoacán.
We will have to walk a couple of days in the desert.
But this doesn't matter, I will help you find your village anyway.
But the travel is too hard for you!
I came with you to help you, so I'll do it until the end.
I made a promise to Caro!
And maybe, with a bit of luck, I will find the Flower in Seven Colours!
Father! Father!
Come quick! I have found two humans!
Come quick, father! They are dead! Father!
What do you mean they are dead?
Yes! It's a boy, a girl, a dog and a cat.
Come quick! They lie there, in the sand!
They ate not dead. The heat made them collapse.
So you are looking for your village?
My mother died giving me birth,
and my father perished in a plane crash, when I was 6 years old.
From what he told me, I should find my village close, around here,
near mount Atlas.
Your name is Darif Ahmad? And what were your parents' given names?
My father was Rodrigo, and my mother, Fatima.
What? Do you know them?
Like I told him! This is where he lived. You are in your village.
Yes, I remember about him clearly, even if 14 years have passed since then.
Your parents left to England, to work,
they got married, then you were born.
Darif!
Lydia!
This is wonderful, Darif! I am so happy for you!
Where is our house?
I know where it is. Come, I will take you there.
It's that way.
So this is our house, the place where I was born.
I am back! Is anybody here?
I am Darif, your son! Where are you?
Father! Mother! Have you forgotten about me? Answer me!
What's wrong, Darif?
Have you forgotten that we must release the pigeon?
Fly and let Caro know about us, tell him that we have made it.
- You have a long way to go. Fly fast! - Good luck!
The pigeon!
Look! It's there, I can see it!
They weren't going to shoot them, they are preparing for the Fantasia!
A Fantasia?
It's a great festival. Everyone comes and has a good time.
There are horse races too!
You are lucky to come now.
Would you like to be the guests of honour?
Yes, thank you...
- I am A'isha. - Nice to meet you, A'isha.
Now I can leave. Friends, we continue searching for the Flower in Seven Colours!
Darif!
We must talk.
So I have to leave.
You know well that your parents are dead and that you have no family here.
No one can take care of you. We cannot keep you here.
Also, we all are very poor, so...
I am old enough to take care of myself.
This is not England.
Return to Casablanca, there's work there. Your life will be easier there.
I have already a brother there. I will ask him to take care of you.
No! I don't want that! I don't want to leave!
Darif!
This is my home and I will stay here!
I came back here just for that and I don't intend to leave!
I am not afraid of being poor.
My father was always poor, but he was home.
I will not leave the village.
Darif, you can't live in a ruined house.
He will, if everybody will help him fix it.
He worked hard to come back home.
He spent all his savings on the boat ticket.
Abiding the Muslim law and his Bele-Bele pride, he fasted the whole month of Ramadan.
Darif isn't used to the easy life. He will make a living if we all help him.
Father, you have said that you will leave for the market tomorrow.
Take Darif with you.
I am sure that he will work hard. He will load and unload the donkeys.
Accept, father! Give him a chance!
All right. I will take him to the market with me.
Have you heard, Darif?
You can stay in the village with us!
Thank you, A'isha.
I am glad for you, you deserved a chance!
The heat is killing me!
Luckily, I have found them.
Hello, Miss Sabrina! Boris here!
What are you saying?
She couldn't reach such a place, it's too hot there!
I will stay in Casablanca. Take care that Lydia goes back to search for the Flower.
Is it clear, Boris?
Darif found his home ad is working. There is no point in staying.
Hurry up, Darif!
You are so handsome!
How do you find him dressed like this?
Wait for me, I will be right back!
Flower! Flower! Flower!
You look wonderful, Lydia!
Surely Lydia is jealous at Darif, because A'isha watches more over him.
Don't you think so, Cador?
I say that Lydia shouldn't use the Magic Key
for unimportant things.
Too bad for you, Lydia!
Help!
What happened? It's that boy's fault!
Darif!
You better leave them to their business!
Oh my God! It's Boris!
Stop following Darif and search for the Flower in Seven Colours!
What are you saying there? You have destroyed all merchandise!
I won't let Darif like this, after what you did!
This will teach you a lesson!
Shoot! I will do anything to make you leave this village!
- Count on it! - Oh no!
Remember, Lydia! You will see me again soon!
You idiot! You can't be a true Muslim!
You are good for nothing. I have lost everything because of you!
The only thing you can do now is to leave!
Get out!
Poor Darif!
Don't be sad, Darif! Don't cry!
Leave me be!
I want to be alone.
You were kind to me. So I'm sorry to tell you,
but everything happened because of you.
It would be better for you to leave and do what you have to do.
- Wait! - Darif!
*Why, Darif? We've had our share of trouble since we met,*
*but we always got through. I don't understand what you are doing.*
*I have always trusted you.*
*I thought that we are true friends.*
Darif! I don't want people to tell that you are good for nothing.
There's nothing to be done about this.
Yes, there is. The Fantasia will be after tomorrow. You can run in the horse race.
But I don't know how to ride a horse.
Just take my father's horse, it's already trained.
In the Bele-Bele tribe, if a man takes part in the village's festival,
he is seen as a good and trustworthy person.
You will surely make it, with a little training.
You are no lesser then the others! Have courage!
Do it for me too, Darif.
A'isha!
- Are we leaving now, Lydia? - You seem to forget that we are only in passage.
- What do you mean in passage? - We cannot settle anywhere.
We can never join the Bele-Bele tribe.
I think that what's happening to Darif is really good.
A'isha and Darif belong to the same people, and you can't stay here.
All we can do now is to wish them a happy life.
Maybe. I am not jealous of them being in love.
But it's hard to leave, and Boris still can give us trouble.
Farewell, Darif.
Hold the reigns tight and grab the horse with your knees!
I will ruin their feast!
This way, Darif and Lydia will be chased out of the village!
- Today is the feast. - Will Darif be able to ride?
Don't worry, he will do it!
You are right, Cador. Let's go!
Is anything wrong?
- Where is Boris? - Indeed!
He usually watches us from the distance, but now he's nowhere to be seen.
- True! - He must think that we are still in the village.
He is there an surely is up to something no good.
- If I get him... - I have some ideas of what he might do.
We must go back!
Flower! Flower! Flower!
Be merciful, Allah, and watch over Darif!
Where are they? I can't see them anywhere!
The Fantasia is beginning!
Look! It's Darif!
Do you see now, father? He is truly now a Bele-Bele!
I will show them! What a primitive race!
Darif is the first child to enter a Fantasia race.
Go, Darif!
Darif!
By Allah and His Prophet! That's a badger!
He tried to ruin our feast! We must punish him!
Let's get him!
I am proud of you, Darif! You are a true Bele-Bele now!
Thank you, father! I am glad that you are accepting him.
Come here, A'isha.
Come.
That's Lydia.
She is so kind, she helped me a lot to come here.
- Those are Darif and A'isha. - Why aren't you answering back?
Sorry!
Excuses are nice, but we will have to continue on foot.
Come back!
I wanted for so ling to return to my people.
Yes, because I don't really like to live far away from here.
Yes, but you have met Lydia there, who could help you.
Hi!
Lydia needed to go back to her country,
to see her relatives again and continue her search for the Flower.
Plant these seeds to remember her.
Despite the dryness and heat, the seeds gave beautiful flowers.
They were plantain flowers.
When they looked at them, A'isha and Darif thought of Lydia,
the girl who came from a far away land to help her friend.
In the language of flowers, the plantain means 'loyalty'.
A'isha and Darif will never forget it.
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