I’m still me, Malala. The important thing is God has given me my life.

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.

When someone tells me about Malala, the girl who was shot by the Taliban - that's my definition for her - I don't think she's me. Now I don't even feel as if I was shot. Even my life in Swat feels like a part of history or a movie I watched. Things change. God has given us a brain and a heart which tell us how to live.

Some people only ask others to do something. I believe that, why should I wait for someone else? Why don't I take a step and move forward.

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

I do not even hate the Talib who shot me. Even if there was a gun in my hand and he was standing in front of me, I would not shoot him.

I am not here to speak against the Taliban. I'm here to speak up for the right of every child.