“Let us remember: One book, one pen, one child, and one teacher can change the world.“- the lovely Malala
ah, Malala. Malala Yousafzai should be every teenage girls hero. She is mine, and rightfully so. She stood up for the right of girls’ education above all courage I could ever had. Malala is my hero, and my entire life goal is to make as much positive change in the world as she made in a few short years.
Last night I did something for which now I am very ashamed. My mom asked about my summer homework, and I ranted. I cried and complain at the gall my school had to give me weeks of homework when it was my time, my summer, my education. I was on the verge of tears. Final exams combined with the always-lovely female menstrual cycle made me hysterical.
This morning I woke up to the news that 8 of 10 of Malala’s shooters had been freed in asecret appeal. I have not a single right to complain about my education or my homework or even a teacher I don’t like. Malala is willing to die for the right to do homework. My education is a privelge, of which one that I and many of my friends take advantage. Malala has shown me how much of a blessing it is to read, to write, to learn. And I will forever be grateful.
One schoolgirl cries for her education, another dies.