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When I was born, people in our village commiserated with my mother and nobody congratulated my father. I arrived at the dawn as the last star blinked out. I was named after Malalai of Maiwand, the greatest heroine of Afghanistan. By the age of seven I was used to being top of my class. I was the one who would help other pupils who had difficulties. 'Malala is a genius girl' my class fellows would say. I was also known for participating in everything- badminton, drama, cricket, art, even singing, though I wasn't much good. One morning in late summer when my father was getting ready to go to school he noticed that the painting of me looking at the sky which we had been given by the school in Karachi had shifted in the night. He loved that painting and had hung it over his bed. Seeing it crooked disturbed him. 'Please put it straight', he asked my mother. I was at school and just as usual at twelve o'clock Baba called us over the loudspeaker. We all ran down the steps. The other girls all covered their faces before emerging from the door and climbed into the back of the bus. I wore my scarf over my head but never over my face.
The bus turned right off the main road at the army checkpoint. I didn't see the two young men step out into the road and bring the van to a sudden halt. 'Who is Malala?' or I would have explained to them why they should let us girls go to school as well as their own sisters and daughters.
The last thing I remember is that I was thinking about the revision to do for the next day. I was shot and I completely blacked out. I was driven to Swat Central Hospital and was then flown to Peshwar and then again to the Combined Military Hospital where I was rushed to the Intensive Care Unit. The next morning I was taken to the UK and only my father was to accompany me. I woke up on 16 October, a week after the shooting. The first thing I thought when I came round was, Thank God I'm not dead. I love my God. I talk to him all day. He is the greatest. By giving me this height to reach people, he has also given me great responsibilities. Peace in every home, every street, every village, every country- this is my dream. Education for every boy and every girl in the world. To sit down on a chair and read my book with all my friends at school is my right. To see each and every human being with a smile of happiness is my wish. I am Malala. My world has changed but I have not.​

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