Dear Friends, on the 9th of October 2012, the Taliban shot me on the left side of my
forehead. They shot my friends too. They thought that the bullets would silence us. But
they failed. And then, out of that silence came, thousands of voices. The terrorists thought
that they would change our aims and stop our ambitions but nothing changed in my life
except this: Weakness, fear and hopelessness died. Strength, power and courage was
born. I am the same Malala. My ambitions are the same. My hopes are the same. My
I do not even hate the Talib who shot me. Even if there is a gun in my hand and he stands
in front of me. I would not shoot him. This is the compassion that I have learnt from
Muhammad-the prophet of mercy, Jesus christ and Lord Buddha. This is the legacy of
change that I have inherited from Martin Luther King, Nelson Mandela and Muhammad
Ali Jinnah. This is the philosophy of non-violence that I have learnt from Gandhi Jee,
Bacha Khan and Mother Teresa. And this is the forgiveness that I have learnt from my
There was a time when women social activists asked men to stand
up for their rights. But, this time, we will do it by ourselves.