I have found that people describe me in many different ways. Some people call me the girl who was shot by the Taliban. And some, the girl who fought for her rights. Some people call me a “Nobel Laureate” now. However, my brothers still call me that annoying, bossy sister.

Education is one of the blessings of life, and one of it’s necessities

In my paradise home, Swat, I always loved learning and discovering new things.

But things did not remain the same. When I was in Swat, which was a place of tourism and beauty, suddenly changed into a place of terrorism.

Schools were destroyed, women were flogged, people were killed, and our beautiful dreams turned into nightmares.
Education went from being a right to being a crime. Girls were stopped from going to school

The terrorists tried to stop us…

but neither their ideas nor their bullets could win. We survived. And since that day our voices have grown louder and louder.
I tell my story, not because it is unique but because it is not. It is the story of many girls

I am not a lone voice…I am not a lone voice, I am many. I am Malala but I am also Shazia. I am Kainat. I am Kainat Soomro. I am Mezon. I am Amina. I am those 66 million girls who are deprived of education. And today I am not raising my voice. It is the voice of those 66 million girls.

My great hope is that this will be the last time we must fight for education.

Let this end with us. Let’s begin this ending… together…today…right here, right now. Let’s begin this ending now.