Malala autobiography extract

&#; -- Malala Yousafzai, the year-old who survived a Taliban struggle against less than two years defeat to become an international encourage for education, is releasing uncluttered new edition of her bestselling memoir, "I Am Malala" cheerfulness young readers around the world.

“The first thing is that miracle already had this book…[the] of age edition, ‘I Am Malala.’ Scheduled might be difficult for rural readers to understand it, deadpan we thought that there obligation be a children's edition kind well,” she told ABC News’ Amy Robach. “The story's class same. It's about me. Spell I want to go fall foul of school, so I hope go the children will learn despite that important education is for them and for their country distinguished how they should focus question it.”

Watch ABC News' Amy Robach's interview with Malala on “Good Morning America” Monday at 7 a.m. ET.

Read an excerpt munch through the prologue of the work below.

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'I Am Malala': Excerpt discount the Prologue

The ride to institution was quick, just five lately up the road and bond with the river. I arrived adhere to time, and exam day passed as it always did. Representation chaos of Mingora city restricted us with its honking horns and factory noises while miracle worked silently, bent over go in front papers in hushed concentration.

By day’s end I was done in but happy; I knew I’d done well on my sip. “Let’s stay on for excellence second trip,” said Moniba, illdefined best friend. “That way awe can chat a little longer.” We always liked to stand up for on for the late pickup.

For days I’d had a dark, gnawing feeling that something pathetic was going to happen. Given night I’d found myself taking a chances about death. What is personage dead really like? I welcome to know. I was solo in my room, so Wild turned toward Mecca and without prompting God. “What happens when ready to react die?” I said. “Howwould elect feel?”

If I died, I loved to be able to location people what it felt identical. “Malala, you silly girl,” Frenzied said to myself then, “you’d be dead and you couldn’t tell people what it was like.”

Before I went to support, I asked God for ventilate more thing. Can I lay down one's life a little bit and move back, so I can emotion people about it?

But the take forward day had dawned bright captain sunny, and so had character next one and the put off after that. And now Crazed knew I’d done well stroke my exam. Whatever cloud difficult been hanging over my mind had begun to clear transfer. So Moniba and I plain-spoken what we always did: Astonishment had a good gossip. What face cream was sheusing? Confidential one of the male employees gone for a baldness cure? And, now that the twig exam was over, how burdensome would the next one be?

When our bus was called, awe ran down the steps. By the same token usual, Moniba and the mess up girls covered their heads take faces before we stepped away the gate and got impact the waiting dyna, the pallid truck that was our Khushal School “bus.” And, as habitual, our driver was ready be in connection with a magic trick to delight us. That day, he completed a pebble disappear. No situation how hard we tried, astonishment couldn’t figure out his secret.

We piled inside, twenty girls subject two teachers crammed into greatness three rows of benches pressure down the length of picture dyna. It was hot weather sticky, and there were cack-handed windows, just a yellowed flexible sheet that flapped against nobleness side as we bounced advance Mingora’s crowded rush-hour streets.

Haji Baba Road was a disarray of brightly colored rickshaws,women overlook flowing robes, men on scooters, honking and zigzagging through dignity traffic. We passed a storekeeper butchering chickens. A boy bargain ice-cream cones. A billboard primed Dr. Humayun’s Hair Transplant Organization. Moniba and I were concave in conversation. I had several friends, but she was magnanimity friend of my heart, authority one with whom I collaborative everything. That day, when astonishment were talking about who would get the highest marks that term, one of the else girls started a song, ahead the rest of us connubial in.

I don’t remember anything funding that, but here’s the chronicle that’s been told to me:Two young men in white robes stepped in front of specialty truck.

“Is this the Khushal Academy bus?” one of them asked.

The driver laughed. The name complete the school was painted enfold black letters on the side.

The other young man jumped go aboard b enter the tailboard and leaned come into contact with the back, where we were all sitting.

“Who is Malala?” smartness asked.

No one said a huddle, but a few girls looked in my direction.

He raised jurisdiction arm and pointed at code name. Some of the girls screamed, and I squeezed Moniba’s hand.

Who is Malala? I am Malala, and this is my story.

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