She taught me how to open barriers I built against love.
She showed me my roots of being a Malaysian, which then I translate through my daily interactions with other human beings, regardless the differences.
She introduced me to the great oeuvres of Pablo Neruda, who now becomes my favorite poet.
She told me to find the beauty behind Mira Nair's collections, which then lead me to "meet" Jhumpa lahiri.
She adviced me to seek the truth behind stunning act and enticing lines, which then lead me to have another degree, which is Theatre.
She wanted me to seek refuge in the tranquility of Qurans sentences, which then I portrayed in my art works through humanity.
And there she goes, my greatest hero, Yasmin Ahmad, returning back to the Almighty.
I'm grateful to God for letting me meeting this beautiful creature of His for a very short time. It has always been my dream to meet her in personal after years of conversation through e-mails and instant messages. A huge part of myself right now has been built according to her guidance, that I will treasure in my whole life in becoming an artist. After all, she was a friend, a teacher, and a mother to me. And truth to be told I am not coping with her death well.
Rest in peace Mak.
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