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Life's Brief Candle


Yasmin Ahmad dies at age 51.

A spark of light, extinguished in the blink of an eye.

As famous as she was for her films, there is not one of them that I have fully seen from beginning until the end. I do not know her for her films. Instead, I knew her more for her opinions and how she stood by her convictions, no matter how heavy the opposition may be. Like and indomitable island against on onslaught of tidal waves she stood, firm and unwavering.

And yet, she too was human, and as such vulnerable to all human weaknesses.

A testament, and a reminder to all, that no matter how bright a candle may burn to illuminate the darkness, when it reaches the end, it fades out and dies.

Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow
- William Shakespeare

Rest in Peace Yasmin.

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:'(

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