A fearless memoir by a fearless girl
IN Arabic, `revolution` is a feminine noun. This is fitting, as without women revolutions are sterile. They have no movement, no life, no sound. Urdu, a distorter of tongues, pilfering as it does from Persian and Hindi, but largely Arabic, uses the masculine word for coup d`etat ingilab for revolution, rather than the accurate feminine: thawra. Perhaps that`s why the Taliban were confused. Perhaps that`s why they imagined that shooting a 15-yearold girl would somehow enhance their revolution. `I Am Malala`, Malala Yousufzai`s fearless memoir, cowritten with journalist Christina Lamb, begins on Malala`s drive home from school on the day she was shot in the head. `Who is Malala?` the young gunman who stopped the Khushal School van asked. None of the girls answered. But everyone in the valley knew who Malala was. Ten years old when the Tehrik-i-Taliban Pakistan came to the beautiful Swat Valley, once the home of ancient Buddhist kings,11years old by the time she had established herself...