I'm not going to elaborate more on what happened that night. It's been repeated too many times already. But I think Yasmin Ahmad took the words right out of my mouth...




Wednesday, August 16, 2006

Imagine "Sepet" without her. Imagine "Gubra" without her. Heck, imagine this pathetic film industry without her.

I don't know about you, but I, Yasmin Ahmad, cannot imagine any of the above. To me, she is one of God's greatest gifts for my work, alhamdulillah.

And no matter how much they rant about how "kurang ajar" she was on the night of FFM19, as far as I'm concerned she was nowhere near as kurang ajar as the people who
crucified her.

I mean, for goodness' sake, they even cursed her father and mother. Call me old-fashioned, but insulting someone's parents does not figure in my book as decent civil behaviour.

And she's only 20. How old are these people again?

When I arrived at Putra World Trade Centre that night, the show was already over. Sharifah Aleya rushed up to me and said, "Your daughter's in a bad state. Some people have been shredding her to bits.

I ran to Nani and found her in tears. With a trembling voice that could melt the stoniest heart, she cried, "Mak, this would have been a wonderful night for you, but I had to open my stupid mouth. I'm so sorry...

I held her in my arms and said, "You won, baby. Don't worry about me. You won and I'm just so proud of you." And with that, she wept and wept on my shoulder, ruining what could've been the perfect kebaya for the night.

The girl made a mistake, dear friends. Who among us hasn't, at some point or other in our lives? And somehow, I don't think condemning her will make God forgive us for ours. Forgiving her, on the other hand, might. "It is in forgiving that we are forgiven."

Insyaallah. Now I'm planning to make a film called "May 13". Can anyone here guess who will be in it?