My mother always told me,”hide your face- people are looking at you”. I would reply,”It does not matter; I am also looking at them.

When the whole world is silent, even one voice becomes powerful.

She explained that the bullet had entered through the side of my left eye where there was a scar, traveled eighteen inches down to my left shoulder and stopped there. It could have taken out my eye or gone into my brain. It was a miracle I was alive.

Fifty seven million children across the world don't want an iPhone, Xbox or chocolates. They want a book and pen.

Malala Day is not my day. Today is the day of every woman, every boy and every girl who have raised their voice for their rights.

I don't want awards, I want my daughter. I wouldn't exchange a single eyelash of my daughter for the whole world.

I don't cover my face because I want to show my identity.