I had a terrible dream yesterday with military helicopters and the Taliban. I have had such dreams since the launch of the military operation in Swat. My mother made me breakfast and I went off to school. I was afraid going to school because the Taliban had issued an edict banning all girls from attending schools.

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

We like to put sacred texts in flowing waters, so I rolled it up, tied it to a piece of wood, placed a dandelion on top, and floated it in the stream which flows into the Swat River. Surely God would find it there.

In many parts of the world, especially Pakistan and Afghanistan, terrorism, war and conflict stop children to go to their schools. We are really tired of these wars. Women and children are suffering.

Let us pick up our books and pencils. They are our most powerful weapon.

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

There is no greater weapon than knowledge and no greater source of knowledge than the written word.