In times like this when we have so much terrorism going on in the world, it’s humbling to know that we are still uniting as one to show these horrible and evil people that we will not be backed into a corner in fear. We shall not go about our daily lives, panicking that we’ll be next. Instead we need to stand up against this minority and take action. To fight for our right to live in freedom, to fight for our right to live liberally in the Western world we live in. Jealousy and hatred is what drives these people, there religion has nothing to do with what they believe in, their understanding of their belief has been warped and changed into something regimented and confining.
I had the opportunity to read and review I am Malala. If you haven’t heard of her, google her. She is an incredible example of humanity and the inner drive we have to fight for what we believe in, to fight for education and the right to feel safe in her home. Malala Yousafzai grew up in Mingora, Pakistan. Throughout her pre-teens and teenage years, she fought for her right to be educated. Her parents, were unlike other parents in that they actively campaigned against the Taliban, fighting the army with words and peaceful protest rather than using violence and guns to show their point. She was one of the fortunate girls to be able to go to school and to be educated. It baffles me how this should even been a fortunate thing to have, it should be a god given right to have education!
However, the Taliban tried everything to quash her hopes of getting an education. They would threaten Mingora, her neighbours and friends over the radio, claiming that what Malala is and does is ‘haram’ meaning prohibited in Islam. That what she wore (her school uniform and her face showing) was prohibited. That her going to school was prohibited. These things that we in the Western world sometimes don’t take for appreciation, were something illegal in her country. We have come a long way when we look back into our history but boy is there still a long way to go.
Malala got shot October 9th 2012 and if her brother hadn’t have gone off in a tantrum, he would have been on the bus too. She was aimed and shot in the head with another dozen or so school girls occupying the bus. In our eyes, an innocent group of girls on their way home from school. To them? Perpetrators, criminals.
Malala now lives in Birmingham and although now safe, the fact that she won’t be able to go back to her home in Mingora, Pakistan is heart breaking. As much as Birmingham is safe, the city will never be the same as her beautiful Mingora. I think this part of the story is the most heart-breaking because if she did go back, there is a likely hood she may be shot again.
Her story is uplifting, at times very scary and a story that you think is being told by an adult. In reality she was just 15 years old when she wrote it. She was 11 years old when she wrote for the BBC as a blogger to tell of her life under the thumb of the Taliban. What an incredible woman and a much deserved winner of the Noble Peace Prize, being the youngest person to ever get one.
I’m going to start what will hopefully be a chain reaction. The next person this book is going to is my mum. I’m going to sign my name on the inside of the cover book and my mum will do the same once she’s finished. I then want her to pass it on to the next person and so on and so forth. This book should be read by everyone and most importantly by the terrorists who think they can succeed. You will not succeed, our love and determination for peace in this world is stronger than you. What will remain of you will be nothing, you will have no history on this earth and we will not waste our time remembering you.
Grab a copy here and give it a read! You won’t regret it!
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