
"The last thing I remember is that I was thinking about the revision I needed to do for the next day. The sounds in my head were not the crack, crack, crack of three bullets, but the chop, chop, chop, drip, drip, drip of the man severing the heads of chickens, and them dropping into the dirty street, one by one. The other girls were screaming and crying. I was lying on Moniba’s lap, bleeding from my head and left ear. ‘My daughter, you are my brave daughter, my beautiful daughter,’ he said over and over, kissing my forehead and cheeks and nose. He didn’t know why he was speaking to me in English. I think somehow I knew he was there even though my eyes were closed. My father said later, ‘I can’t explain it. I felt she responded.’ Someone said I had smiled. But to my father it was not a smile, just a small beautiful moment because he knew he had not lost me for ever. Seeing me like that was the worst thing that had ever happened to him. All children are special to their parents, but to my father I was his universe. I had been his comrade in arms for so long, first secretly as Gul Makai, then quite openly as Malala. He had always believed that if the Taliban came for anyone, it would be for him, not me. He said he felt as if he had been hit by a thunderbolt. ‘They wanted to kill two birds with one stone. Kill Malala and silence me for ever.’"
"She is a Western-minded girl. She always speaks against us. We will target anyone who speaks against the Taliban."
-Ehsanullah Ehsan, Taliban Member
"I was looking out of the window, just daydreaming, then suddenly the man comes and asks, 'Who is Malala?"
"He pulled out a gun and shot Malala in the head and then shot me. He started shooting randomly."
Shazia, who was fourteen, was hit in the shoulder and hand, leaving her having to undergo surgery and a month in hospital. Kainat, age sixteen, was wounded in the upper right arm and fainted.
Imagine getting on a bus to go home from a task few students were selected to preform, then being rewarded with a gun shot to the head. Malala and her two friends went on a school trip to take exams. On the way back they were surprised when a man got onto the bus and said one of their names. Little did they know that this would be a life changing event for all of them. It was just a split second in time but it seemed as though their lives flashed before their eyes; especially in Malala's case. Only about five percent of people shot in the head survive, making Malala incredibly lucky. Not only was the event traumatizing for the girls, but most likely for everyone else on the bus as well.
Taliban Shoots Malala
Political cartoon, October 14th, 2012, New York Times