I reassured my mother that it didn’t matter to me if my face was not symmetrical. Me, who had always cared about my appearance, how my hair looked! But when you see death, things change. “It doesn’t matter if I can’t smile or blink properly,” I told her. “I’m still me, Malala. The important thing is God has given me my life.

I have a new dream I must be a politician to save this country. There are so many crises in our country. I want to remove these crises.

Education is neither Eastern nor Western, it is human.

My family and I are heartbroken after hearing the news that more than 100 innocent children and teachers have lost their lives...

I don't want revenge on the Taliban, I want education for sons and daughters of the Taliban.

We cannot succeed when half of us are held back. We call upon our sisters around the world to be brave, to embrace the strength within themselves and realize their full potential.

My father used to say the people of Swat and the teachers would continue to educate our children until the last room, the last teacher and the last student was alive. My parents never once suggested I should withdraw from school, ever. Though we loved school, we hadn't realized how important education was until the Taliban tried to stop us.