I am Malala: The Story of the Girl Who Stood Up for Education and was Shot by the Taliban
boys. When a chicken was slaughtered for dinner, the girls would get the wings and the neck while the luscious breast meat was e ...
our female hockey players wear baggy trousers instead of shorts, and stopped women playing some sports altogether. Many of our m ...
Some boys from my father’s district went off to fight in Afghanistan. My father remembers that one day a maulana called Sufi Moh ...
grandfather had a cousin who also joined his school as a teacher. When he got the job he gave his age as much younger than my gr ...
apologised for having tormented him. When my father tells me stories of his childhood, he always says that though Baba was a dif ...
3 Growing up in a School MY MOTHER STARTED school when she was six and stopped the same term. She was unusual in the village as ...
out of the village and realise his dream. My father was at his wits’ end and wept with frustration. His beloved mother had died ...
mentor Akbar Khan, who although he had not gone to college himself lent my father money so he could. Like my mother, Akbar Khan ...
For the first few years after graduating from Jehanzeb my father worked as an English teacher in a well-known private college. B ...
‘I can’t take any more!’ By this time the two former friends were hardly speaking to each other and had to call in local elders ...
paying bribes? You are not running brothels; you are educating children! Government officials are not your bosses,’ he reminded ...
My father consulted my mother on everything. ‘Pekai, help me resolve my confusion on this’, he would say. She even helped whitew ...
when he heard the news he came running. My mother was worried about telling him he had a daughter not a son, but he says he look ...
4 The Village IN OUR TRADITION on the seventh day of a child’s life we have a celebration called Woma (which means ‘seventh’) fo ...
flocks of shaggy goats that wandered hither and thither. As we drove on, the landscape changed to paddy fields of deep lush gree ...
that was a smaller shed containing a panel with a confusion of wires sprouting from it. The village received no electricity from ...
Sometimes we went up to the mountains and sometimes down to the river on family trips. It was a big stream, too deep and fast to ...
family thought people would gossip about us and say we were not properly following Pashtunwali. I am very proud to be a Pashtun ...
5 Why I Don’t Wear Earrings and Pashtuns Don’t Say Thank You BY THE AGE of seven I was used to being top of my class. I was the ...
It wasn’t the first time. When I was little I went to the bazaar with my mother and spotted a pile of almonds on a cart. They lo ...
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