《I am Malala》是巴基斯坦小姑娘马拉拉的个人回忆录。15岁的马拉拉因为在斯瓦特山谷地区积极鼓吹妇女受教育权,遭到塔利班分子野蛮的报复,被塔利班枪击头部,经历了生死劫难的她,写下这本书。在温哥华西点格雷学校8年级入学前的暑假阅读书单中,目前就读该校的上海女孩Annabelle选择了这本书,以“女孩子在世界上的使命”为主题,写了一篇读书报告。Annabelle说,“我住在一个自由的国家,我想看看其他国家对男女区别看法。”
I am Malala读书报告
--- being a girl in a society that prizedboys
作者:Annabelle Chen,八年级,加拿大温哥华西点格雷学校
Ever since civilized human and citiesappeared, possibly earlier, women have been seen as the weaker of the two whencompared to men. Truth is in the world some countries believe in the idea morethan others, and some goes to the extreme. In Pakistan, girls are banned fromgoing to school; they are recommended to stay at home and serve the men; theydon’t have the permission of leaving their home anytime. In parts of the worldwomen aren’t supposed to have any mind of their own, in other words they don’thave any freedom. Taliban made sure everything running smoothly in those partsof the world, until they met Malala.
At dawn on July 12th, 1997 Malala Yousafzaiwas born in the beautiful swat valley. The birth of a girl is not celebrated inPakistan but Malala’s family was different. They welcomed her into the worldwith embracing arms. Her father went against the traditions to celebrate herbirth. She wasn’t treated differently from her brothers like most girls. Froman early age she knew she was just as strong as anybody. Just like her fathersaid: “My Malala will be free as a bird.”
Malala was free as a bird; she went toschool and was an extraordinary student. Until small changes started in 2007,Taliban arrived in the night in groups armed with knives. Their leader MaulanaFazlullah started an illegal radio station beside the Swat Village. Heencouraged women to stay at home and hand over their life savings, as thatwould make god happy. He discouraged singing and dancing or even watching TV.He praised those who followed his advice and shamed those who don’t. Theydiscouraged teachers from teaching girls, and told that students who go toschool will be beaten to hell. That was just the beginning, Malala is startingto refuse to be kept silent she started something dangerous – speaking out.
It was one of those dark days where youwould pass by the bloody square and see the bodies dumped there when Malala’sfather received a call. His friend, a BBC radio correspondent was looking for afemale teacher or schoolgirl to write a diary about life under the Taliban.Malala took the job and she started writing entries for the blog. She wroteabout her school, about her family life under Taliban, about daily incidentsthat happened. By that time Malala has given plenty of interviews, she enjoyedsharing the stories of Swat Valley with the world.
Hope was slim in Swat Valley and as theTaliban signed a “Peace Agreement” with the government, residents startedseeing the bright sides of their everyday lives again, but little did they knowthat the Peace Agreement just simply meant that the government has gave in to theTaliban and they are turning a blind eye to everything that is happening in thevillages and cities. Malala’s father insisted to stay until the end, no matterwhat, Swat Valley will always be their home. But gunshots and screaming keptthem awake at night, maybe there was no hope after all. Maybe the dream ofbeing free again is just another empty and hollow promise. As the night fallhorror starts again, nobody knows what will happen in the next few hours, whowill be murdered and who will survive. There really is no winner to this war
Taliban pulled the final straw when theyshot Malala in the head on Tuesday, October 9, 2012. She was rushed toBirmingham and was treated there. She survived the terrifying shooting and hermiraculous recovery leads her on an extraordinary journey. She was the youngestnominee ever for the Nobel Peace prize.
My friend once asked me: “Annabelle, do youwant to be treated differently just because you’re a girl?” I answered: “No, of course I don’t want to,”He then asked: “That means you won’t have all the privileges women would have.”The thing is women have always been seen as the weak character who can’tsurvive on their own. That is not the case, sometimes woman are so muchstronger. If you have never noticed how strong women are, sit down with yourmother and let her tell you the story of you. The story of how you grew up andthe part she played in it. Then, you will have a new definition of brave andstrong.
Chances, everyone needs them. If you givegirls a chance, maybe you’ll just see the brilliant light that hides undertheir shawls.