Malala Stories

I am currently working on this but this is about the occurring conflict in South Asia and the countless amount of issues it suffers from today.

In the modern world, politicians chose who our enemies are more often than we do ourselves. Politics dictates so much of our opinion about people. In this piece I address the problem of resenting people based on their origin/country.

This is more like an essay but I turned it into 4 chapters, this book describes how a male feels he can oppress a female even at a teenage age, this enticing short story shows how a girl is bullied by a boy even when she is on her right, this has happened to soooo many girls causing young girls to their graves, the writer feels that there is not need for silence. Enjoy

This poem salutes the untainted courage and resilience of the nightingale of peace Malala Yousafzai. I have sincerely attempted to poetically flesh out her journey as an ambassador of change fighting against all odds and challenging death to emerge as the ultimate voice of reason.

If you have read about Malala Yousafzai in the book, "I Am Malala", or want to learn more about her or who she is..then this book is for you. Malala was/is a brave and courageous mulsim woman who had quite an adventurous life as a young girl. But by standing up to the deadly Taliban, she truly proves to the world that nothing can really stop her. In the book, Malala is a teenaged girl who explains her life, and the experiences she has in it. Her whole life up until her late teenage years are not what you'd call ordinary. In "Malala's Report Card", I will be explaining more about Malala's life.

In a small apartment in New Jersey, Malala Wichowski receives a letter from an owl perched on her window sill. This is the beginning of something magical. After her invitation letter to Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, strange things start to happen at the school. Malala along with her two new friends, Amanda and Shane, try to get to the bottom of it and fast.

This is a story of my life with all the boring bits cut out and my opinions on things turned up to the max. Some will make you laugh, some will make you cry (lol probably not but depends on what type of person you are) and some you will get bored in some bits. Feel free to skip bits because I won't want to bore you with my whole life story.

This Amazing wonderfull Girl saved girl's education in Pakistan

Poems that mystify your soul!!

Questa è una fanfiction dedicata a Malala Yousafzai. Per chi non sapesse chi lei sia se lo vada a cercare su internet. Questo breve racconto è incentrato sulla storia d'amore tra un mio caro amico di nome Ilias e la nostra eroina Malala. Per chi non fosse chiaro tutto ciò che verra scritto in questo racconto è pura FINZIONE e frutto della mia delirante e malata mente, perciò non vi offendete e non mi rompete se scrivessi qualcosa che potrebbe urtare i vostri teneri e docili cuoricini. Buona lettura. P.S. se questa fanfiction raggiunge almeno 2 like e mezzo potrebbe uscire un seguito.

This story consists of various characters, with the main protagonists being Kaif and Malala. The story will continue to unfold with them at its center. It is filled with thrill, crime, and love. This is a tale of different hearts-whether it will bring them together or tear them apart will be revealed as the story progresses. In this story, Malala's sister, Noorey, is murdered just a few days before her wedding. Her fiancé is devastated and wants to end his own life. Noorey's death is a heartbreaking tragedy for everyone. Kaif, who was also Malala's teacher, is a detective assigned to solve Noorey's murder case. Together, Malala and Kaif embark on an investigation where they will uncover evidence and face challenges beyond imagination. But finding the truth won't be easy. Was Kaif the murderer, or was it someone else? The answer will only be revealed as the story unfolds. This is a unique and gripping tale-be sure to read it! Language: Urdu and English also... Religion: Muslim

How Clover Hana died Just a AU!

He dropped the shard of glass he was using to dig into his skin and turned to face me. He leaned closer, dropping his head into my shoulder and beginning to cry. "Jungkook," I breathed out trying to hold back tears, "why?" "You."