He relayed a saying from a story his father used to tell him: “A child is a child when he’s a child, even if he’s a prophet.
Because when a teacher appreciates you, you think “I am something!” In a society where people believe girls are weak, and not capable of anything except cooking and cleaning, you think “I have a talent.” When a teacher tells you that all great leaders and scientists were once children, too, you think, “Maybe we can be the great ones tomorrow.” In a country where so many people consider it a waste to send girls to school, it is a teacher who helps you believe in your dreams.
When I heard stories of the atrocities in Afghanistan I felt proud to be in Swat. “Here a girl can go to school,” I used to say. But the Taliban were right around the corner and were Pashtuns like us. For me the valley was a sunny place and I couldn’t see the clouds gathering behind the mountains. My father used to say, “I will protect your freedom, Malala. Carry on with your.
Back home I was considered a bookish girl because I had read eight or nine books. But when I came to the UK I met girls who had read hundreds. Now I realize I’ve read hardly anything at all, and I want to read all those hundreds of books.
Untuk semua anak perempuan yang menghadapi ketidakadilan dan dibungkam.
They told us if they kill all the lions the wildlife will disappear, so now those who become warriors are those with higher education, not those who kill lions.
Even if you win three or four times, the next victory will not necessarily be yours without trying.
I was named after Malalai of Maiwand, the greatest heroine of Afghanistan.
Sometimes Fazlullah appeared galloping in on a black horse. His men stopped health workers giving polio drops, saying the vaccinations were an American plot to make Muslim women infertile so that the people of Swat would die out.
The Taliban is not an organised force like we imagine,’ said my father’s friend Hidayatullah when they discussed it. ‘It’s a mentality, and this mentality is everywhere in Pakistan. Someone who is against America, against the Pakistan establishment, against English law, he has been infected by the Taliban.
How had I become so bold? I wondered. “Well, Malala,” I told myself, “you’re not doing anything wrong. You are speaking for peace, for your rights, for the rights of girls. That’s not wrong. That’s your duty.
The Taliban want to turn the girls of Pakistan into identical, lifeless dolls.
But I learned another lesson watching the show. Although Betty and her friends had certain rights, women in the United States were still not completely equal; their images were used to sell things. In some ways, I decided, women are showpieces in American society, too.
My world has changed but I have not.
The BBC even made a recording of it using another girl’s voice, and I began to see that the pen and the words that come from it can be much more powerful than machine guns, tanks or helicopters. We were learning how to struggle. And we were learning how powerful we are when we speak.
By the roadside were fresh springs and waterfalls, and when we stopped for a break and to drink some tea, the air was clean and fragrant with cedar and pine. We breathed in our lungs greedily.
Un bambino, un insegnante, una penna e un libro possono cambiare il mondo.
He is right. I want to learn and be trained well with the weapon of knowledge. Then I will be able to fight more effectively for my cause.
People had lived by the river in Swat for 3,000 years and always seen it as our lifeline, not a threat, and our valley as a haven from the outside world. Now we had become “the valley of sorrows,” said my cousin Sultan Rome. First the earthquake, then the Taliban, then the military operation, and now, just as we were starting to rebuild, devastating floods arrived to wash all our work away.
It’s not that passing books on is a bad practice,′ he says. ‘It’s just I so wanted a new book, unmarked by another student and bought with my father’s money.