I am Malala: The Story of the Girl Who Stood Up for Education

I am Malala The Story of the Girl

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I am Malala: The Story of the Girl Who Stood Up for Education and Shot by the Taliban, Malala Yousafzai with Christian Lamb. To all the girls who have faced injustice and been silenced. Together we will be heard. 

I am Malala The Story of the Girl

I am Malala: The Story of the Girl Who Stood Up for Education



  • A Daughter Is Born
  • My Father the Falcon
  • Growing up in a School
  • The Village
  • Why I Don’t Wear Earrings and Pashtuns Don’t Say Thank You
  • Children of the Rubbish Mountain
  • The Mufti Who Tried to Close Our School
  • The Autumn of the Earthquake


  • Radio Mullah
  • Toffees, Tennis Balls and the Buddhas of Swat
  • The Clever Class
  • The Bloody Square
  • The Diary of Gul Makai
  • A Funny Kind of Peace
  • Leaving the Valley


  • The Valley of Sorrows
  • Praying to Be Tall
  • The Woman and the Sea
  • A Private Talibanisation
  • Who is Malala?


  • ‘God, I entrust her to you’
  • Journey into the Unknown


  • ‘The Girl Shot in the Head, Birmingham’
  • ‘They have snatched her smile’

Epilogue: One Child, One Teacher, One Book, One Pen . . .

Important Events in Pakistan and Swat
A Note on the Malala Fund
Picture Section
Additional Credits and Thanks



I am Malala the Story of the Girl

Prologue: The Day my World Changed

I COME FROM a country which was created at midnight. When I almost died it was just after midday. One year ago I left my home for school and never returned. I was shot by a Taliban bullet and was flown out of Pakistan unconscious. Some people say I will never return home but I believe firmly in my heart that I will. To be torn from the country that you love is not something to wish on anyone.

Now, every morning when I open my eyes, I long to see my old room full of my things, my clothes all over the floor and my school prizes on the shelves. Instead, I am in a country which is five hours behind my beloved homeland Pakistan and my home in the Swat Valley. But my country is centuries behind this one. Here there is any convenience you can imagine.

Water running from every tap, hot or cold as you wish; lights at the flick of a switch, day and night, no need for oil lamps; ovens to cook on that don’t need anyone to go and fetch gas cylinders from the bazaar. Here everything is so modern one can even find food ready cooked in packets.

When I stand in front of my window and look out, I see tall buildings, long roads full of vehicles moving in orderly lines, neat green hedges and lawns, and tidy pavements to walk on. I close my eyes and for a moment I am back in my valley – the high snow-topped mountains, green waving fields, and fresh blue rivers – and my heart smiles when it looks at the people of Swat. My mind transports me back to my school and there I am reunited with my friends and teachers. I meet my best friend.



Moniba and we sit together, talking and joking as if I had never left. Then I remember I am in Birmingham, England. The day when everything changed was Tuesday, 9 October 2012. It wasn’t the best of days to start with as it was the middle of school exams, though as a bookish girl I didn’t mind them as much as some of my classmates.


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