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.

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

Weakness, fear and hopelessness died. Strength, power and courage was born.

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

They are afraid of educated women. They are afraid of the power of knowledge.

I was a girl in a land where rifles are fired in celebration of a son, while daughters are hidden away behind a curtain, their role in life simply to prepare food and give birth to children.

I dreamt of a country where education would prevail.