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He laughed. ‘You already have lots of problems and we are doing lots for you,’ he replied. ‘We have pledged billions of dollars in economic aid; we are working with your government on providing electricity, gas . . . but your country faces a lot of problems.’ I did an interview with a radio station called Power 99. They liked it very much and told us they had a guesthouse in Abbottabad where we could all go. We stayed there for a week and to my joy I heard Moniba was also in Abbottabad, as was one of our teachers and another friend. Moniba and I had not spoken since our fight on the last day before becoming IDPs. We arranged to meet in a park, and I brought her Pepsi and biscuits. ‘It was all your fault,’ she told me. I agreed. I didn’t mind; I just wanted to be friends. Our week at the guesthouse soon ended and we went to Haripur, where one of my aunts lived. It was our fourth city in two months. I knew we were better off than those who lived in the c<strong>am</strong>ps, queuing for food and water for hours under the hot sun, but I missed my valley. It was there I spent my twelfth birthday. Nobody remembered. Even my father forgot, he was so busy hopping about. I was upset and recalled how different my eleventh birthday had been. I had shared a cake with my friends. There were balloons and I had made the s<strong>am</strong>e wish I was making on my twelfth birthday, but this time there was no cake and there were no candles to blow out. Once again I wished for peace in our valley.
PART THREE Three Girls, Three Bullets Sir de pa lowara tega kegda Praday watan de paki nishta balakhtona O Wayfarer! Rest your head on the stony cobblestone It is a foreign land – not the city of your kings!
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I AM MALALA The Girl Who Stood Up f
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Contents Cover Title Page Dedicatio
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PART FIVE: A SECOND LIFE 23 ‘The
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that as a threat. Yet, outside the
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My friends say he fired three shots
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1 A Daughter Is Born WHEN I WAS bor
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We lived in Mingora, the biggest to
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When I was around four years old I
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primary school and ended the wesh s
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School wasn’t the only thing my a
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y the CIA. Children in the refugee
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homes to get them. He felt ashamed
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was in Saidu Sharif, the twin town
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our own book,’ he suggested. He e
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school owners from such bullying an
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for the night. It took them a week
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We drove out of the bazaar, past th
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Usually politicians only visited du
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I read my books like Anna Karenina
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I think everyone makes a mistake at
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Page 48 and 49: We were not fans of the Taliban as
Page 50 and 51: 7 The Mufti Who Tried to Close Our
Page 52 and 53: close it. Girls should not be going
Page 54 and 55: The mufti went quiet. He took off h
Page 56 and 57: 8 The Autumn of the Earthquake ONE
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Page 60 and 61: Quran and Hadith when they teach th
Page 62 and 63: uilding a vast red-brick headquarte
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Page 66 and 67: time they had taken over fifty-nine
Page 68 and 69: esult in Benazir becoming prime min
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Page 72 and 73: The army action at the end of 2007
Page 74 and 75: questions. I wasn’t the only one
Page 76 and 77: no electricity, then a few days lat
Page 78 and 79: journalists went. It seemed that pe
Page 80 and 81: Swat. Initially Madam Maryam’s yo
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Page 84 and 85: a time of horror and fear. People o
Page 86 and 87: fighting. The Taliban agreed to a t
Page 88 and 89: ‘There cannot be two swords in on
Page 90 and 91: Leaving the Valley LEAVING THE VALL
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Page 96 and 97: 16 The Valley of Sorrows IT ALL SEE
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Page 100 and 101: But my father had a big problem. Wh
Page 102 and 103: We soon heard from our relatives th
Page 104 and 105: 17 Praying to Be Tall WHEN I WAS th
Page 106 and 107: passionately. ‘Fazlullah is the c
Page 108 and 109: just sneak in under our radar? And
Page 110 and 111: twenty-one girls and made our prior
Page 112 and 113: Afterwards we went into the small m
Page 114 and 115: ‘Aba, this is a very strange situ
Page 116 and 117: patrols.’The army say there is pe
Page 118 and 119: then a pretty cousin came to stay w
Page 120 and 121: Atal got very cross. ‘No, no, no!
Page 122 and 123: 21 ‘God, I entrust her to you’
Page 124 and 125: My mother was astonished to see all
Page 126 and 127: My father was bewildered by all the
Page 128 and 129: That first morning, just a few hour
Page 130 and 131: 22 Journey into the Unknown I WAS S
Page 132 and 133: sweets. One mealtime Khushal said t
Page 134 and 135: My father then signed an ‘in loco
Page 136 and 137: 23 ‘The Girl Shot in the Head, Bi
Page 138 and 139: had also ordered him not to cry as
Page 140 and 141: She told me that I had been shot on
Page 142 and 143: very kind, particularly Yma Choudhu
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24 ‘They have snatched her smile
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paralysed. The hospital had been gi
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Mr Zardari told the high commission
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complains about the murals of Greek
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classmates still keep the seat for
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Today we all know education is our
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Pashtunwali - traditional behaviour
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students of the Khushal School, Ahm
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A note on the Malala Fund My goal i
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My father’s friend Hidayatullah h
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My father’s childhood home
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Reading with my brother Khushal
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A school picnic
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At the beginning, people gave lots
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Making a speech to honour the peopl
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Painting at school
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In our garden in Mingora, building
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At school reading a story: ‘All T
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My father and the elders of Swat
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The bus where I was shot
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First days in the Birmingham hospit
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Our headmistress, Madam Maryam (lef
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Sir Amjad, head of the boys’ scho
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Speaking at the UN on my sixteenth
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Here we are outside our new home in
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