Aisha's blog about Malala

Hello. My name is Aisha. I’m 13 years old and I live in the Swat-valley in Pakistan. As you might know, the Taliban has taken control over my home place. We girls are banned from attending school. Women are killed out on the streets.

                Two years ago, BBC came to our school and asked if any of us girls wanted to write a blog for them about our life here. And that was where it all started. I volunteered to do it. When I got home, to tell my parents, they said that it was a waste of time, it was dangerous and that I was most certainly not going to write the blog. So the very next day, I told my teacher Ziauddin Yousafzai that I could not write the blog, and then he suggested Malala. Malala was my friend from school, and also Mr. Yousafzai’s daughter. She started to write the blog about her life in Swat-valley.

                “How do I feel about it?” you might ask. Since I was supposed to write the blog. Well, it is okay. I wish I could stand up two my parents though. All I wanted to do that day, two years ago, was to say to them that no matter what they said, I was going to write that blog. But I didn’t. Malala did. And she is still writing it. Why should Malala do this? I want it just as bad as she wants it! I want to fight for women’s right to education just as much as she does!

                Malala and I have always been good friends. I think we did have some small fights when we were younger, but it was nothing big. So, basically we have always been kind to each other, and nice to each other. Why would she take this away from me? She should have known how much this meant to me. I am devastated. It is cruel that one person should have so much to say in a case, when another person don’t have a say at all. I think it is unfair that Malala should have the rights to just write her blog, while I can’t even speak about Taliban.

                I have always been close to Malala. We used to work together as partners in class, and outside school too. She was always the one friend I always could rely on, and she was always there. I remember once, I wanted to tell my parents something, and they were against it. (I can’t tell you what it is though, it is very personal.) Malala came home to me that night, to talk to my parents. She is a very wise girl, and she helped me through it. Like she has always done when it matters the most.

                But, the last two years has been worst. Malala is not there for me anymore. I think our friendship is getting more and more deadly, because we don’t talk anymore. I want my friend Malala back. So she could give me and all the other friends at school some attention. All she does is homework and writing on her blog, and I need a friend who has time for me. Malala used to be that friend. Now, she has no time for anybody or anything else then the blog. I know this might sound like jealousy because she writes the blog, but really, I just want my friend back. I don’t want her to get shot by Taliban, because she will, eventually, if she keeps on writing like that.