I won’t forget the morning I saw the news. I reluctantly picked up the paper and my heart sank. There on the front page was her picture. A pair of deep dark eyes stared back at me. The innocent yet determined eyes of a child well beyond her years. Her name is Malala Yousafzai and she is on the cusp of womanhood. A mere fourteen years old. Half child. Half woman. Still a girl but with the power, bravery and perserverence of only the strongest women on earth. The strength and courage to stand up to an entire nation built on repression. The determination to fight for something so important to her, that she would risk her life for it. The simple right to learn.
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