I clothes step into the bus. I couldn’t

I come from a country that was created at midnight. The time I almost died it was after midday. Six years ago I left my home for school and never returned. It was on October 9 in 2012 when it happened. I was riding on the school bus with the rest of the girls. I was sitting next to my best friend Moniba. In the bus that day it was hot, and sticky. The cooler days were late coming and only the faraway mountains of the Hundi Kuh had a frosting of snow. The back where we sat had no windows, just thick plastic sheeting at the sides which flapped and was too yellowed and dusty to see through. All that we could see was a little stamp of open sky out of the back and glimpses of the sun and the beautiful blue sky. I remember that the bus turned right off the main road at the army checkpoint as always, and rounded the corner past the deserted cricket. In all of my dreams about the shooting, my father is also in the bus with me, and he got shot also. Then there are men everywhere and I am looking and crying for my father. In reality what happened is we suddenly stopped. I was sat in the back with my friends and I couldn’t see in the front. I couldn’t see the young bearded man in light-coloured clothes step into the bus. I couldn’t see the young bearded man in light-coloured clothes ask the bus driver if this was the bus for the Khushal school for Girls. But I could hear when he demanded where Malala was.I could see when he pointed the black pistol right in my face. My friends say that he fired three shots, one after another. The first went through my left socket and out under my left shoulder. I slumped forward onto Moniba, blood pouring out of my ear. By the time we got to the hospital my long hair, and Monibas lap were full of blood. Who is Malala?I am Malala Yousafzai, and this is my story. I was born on the 12th July 1997, in Swat, Pakistan. My Fathers name is Ziauddin Yousafzai. Since I was 11 years old, I have run a blog about women’s rights to education. About the Taliban, and it cruel and discriminatory rules. I wrote about the oppressive Taliban in my town denying girls the access to education and their banning girls from attending schools and, in many instances, destroying their schools completely with bulldozers.Even though all of us at the school are aware that our lives are under threat, we all still attend because we deserve an education. We learn everything and then we choose which path to follow. Education is neither for just girls nor just boys, it is for all.


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