A talib fires three shots at point-blank range at three girls in a van and doesn’t kill any of them. This seems an unlikely story.
I need to complete my homework on time.
My father always said, ‘Malala will be free as a bird.’
I want poverty to end in tomorrow’s Pakistan. I want every girl in Pakistan to go to school.
In countries other than Pakistan – I won’t necessarily call them ‘Western’ – people support me. This is because people there respect others. They don’t do this because I am a Pashtun or a Punjabi, a Pakistani, or an Iranian, they do it because of one’s words and character. This is why I am being respected and supported there.
I don’t know what would I do in future; I’ll decide it later.
I was born a proud daughter of Pakistan, though like all Swatis I thought of myself first as a Swati and Pashtun, before Pakistani.
I haven’t chosen any party yet because people choose parties when they get older. When it’s time, I’ll look, and if I can’t find one to join, I’ll make another party.
Dear sisters and brothers, we realize the importance of light when we see darkness.
I do not even hate the Talib who shot me. Even if there was a gun in my hand and he stands in front of me, I would not shoot him.