I finished reading I am Malala yesterday.
I had a difficult time reading it. I would often take a break and read something easier and lighter.
There’s something utterly heartbreaking about reading a book written by a girl who was shot in the face by Taliban at the age of 14.
She was an amazing girl who did what she could to fight for girls’ rights to education. Her father was also a fighter, fighting for basic human rights in his country.
The stories she tells of the decline of conditions in her country are amazing. It made me feel so lucky. It gave me perspective.
When I was 14 I was sad because my parents didn’t have the money for the things I wanted. That was my biggest worry.
Now it seems so ridiculous. I wish I could meet Malala. I would tell her that she’s an amazing person. I would thank her for standing up for girls. I would listen to her speak, with all my attention fully on her powerful words (those who know me know my full attention is rarely applied).
What an amazing person. What a sad story. I feel so bad for the whole country having to go through so many devastating things.