When our bus called, we ran down the steps. As Usual, the other girls covered their heads and faces before getting on the school bus.
We piled inside, 20 girls and 2 teachers, crammed into 3 rows of benches
Is this the Khushal School Bus?
Haji Baba road was a jumble of brightly coloured rickshaws, women in flowing robes and men on scooters zigzagging through traffic
Who is Malala?
Just after we passed the Little Giants Snack Factory and the bend in the road not more than 3 minutes from my house, the van slowed to a halt. It was oddly quiet outside.
I don't remember anything after that, but here's the story that's been told to me. Two young men in white robes stepped infront of our truck.
The other young man jumped out onto the tailboard and leaned into the back where we were all sitting. No one said a word, but a few girls looked in my direction. he raised his arm ad pointed at me. Some of the girls screamed and I squeezed Moniba's hand. Who is Malala? I am Malala and this is my story.