Its hard for me to express how extremely devastated I am to know of Yasmin Ahmad’s passing. When I heard the news of her collapsing and being rushed to the hospital, I honestly thought that she will be well again. My dad had a stroke too and he got better afterwards.
She was one of my role models. I first got to know her work while watching The Love Story of Tan Hong Ming. And the first thing that I thought was what an adorable story it was, but it had an under-lying message of being race-blind. Being in an interracial relationship myself, it just touched me.
I was such a sap that got emotional and cried at each and every one of them. They all touched me.
That made me extremely excited and I was fortunate enough to meet her last year during the launch of one of her campaigns. She was regal, she was witty and she was charming. It was hard not to fall in love with her. She had an elegance about her.
She shared with us on how she overcame adversities being a woman and a Malay by quoting this simple sentence : The thicker and deeper the mud, the more beautiful the lotus grows and that really stuck to me.
And she also shared with us that to be a good storyteller, be it a writer or a director, is not to control too much and just go ahead and share what you know. Many a times I don’t think that I’m such a fantastic writer, compared to others, but what she said gave motivation for me to continue writing for this blog. So I write through my own eyes. No pretences. No bullshit.
I could have listened to her for hours.
Later through the year, I managed to catch Gubra with my family and then Muallaf with Daphne. It was unconventional, and as it touched many sensitive topics, it was probably not a film that everyone would appreciate but I loved it. Yasmin had the balls to stand up for herself. And I was looking forward to see more of her genius-ity.
But she’s gone too soon. We’ve just lost the storyteller. And I’m devastated.