Malala cerita

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.

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."

Cause why the hell not

CHEROPHOBIA The fear of being too happy because "something tragic" will happen. MALALA ? A girl with a lot of positive enery that needs to be channeled. ? The makeup of her is her moral greatness. ? Full of life and lively fun, a friend and a pal to everyone. ? Not all people are as open as Malala. ? Always on the go and Malala live life to the fullest. ? Joy and happiness await this blessed person. Is she will still be happy just like her name means if something tragic comes along her way? Will her smiles still plastered on her innocent face or it will be replace by fear of the things she once had felt? ?????????? This story is a product of a not-so-wide imaginations of Chara Bolivar and Evely Quimba, Allan Paul Guino-o and Rommel Bacolinao. This story is a fulfillment in the subject, Creative Writing. Academically, this will be going to submit to Mrs. Lani Fernandez. This is fictitious. Any resemblance to the real-life situations, other stories are purely coincidental. Should not be reproduced by anyone in any means without the consent of the unprofessional writers. Plagiarism is a sin. *Don't forget to hit the star buttom, comment down and share this story to your friends.*

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 story is about terrorists attack. Can you please leave comments on how good the book is, My goal is a 100 views thank you very much !

The amazing story of how someone's foul intentions can never stop someone else's intentions.

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.

Being negligent of your children is the beginning of your failures in life. You might never know the huge mistake you are making until when the damage has already been done and this book says it all. A loving family being torn apart due to negligence of parents. Will they be able to amend their mistakes and learn from them? Ride along with me in this book which entails a lot adventure that you can ever imagine.

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 is a story about the recently released movie called 'He named me Malala' It's about how a girl stood against taliban and raised the voice for the right issues.

Isn't it strange how the smallest of things we take for granted, is the same thing someone else is starving for? I have been reminded by one girl who lives for one goal, one dream, and one purpose. From her, I have delved into the world of deprivation that millions of girls face, still today. This is not the 20th century anymore, but in some places it appears it still is. I am 15, the exact age Malala was when she was attacked for standing up for girls' education. From this point in my life, and where she is with hers, it is a disappointing fact that my achievments are half as precious as hers. Just in this past week, I am half way through her autobiography, and every interview she has done. I am deeply compelled to be better to myself, to my peers, to my elders. I am humbled by her life and her accomplishments, and will continue to pursue a more fullfilling life. Malala, thank you for reminding me of life's humble beginnings and the joys of life.

How Clover Hana died Just a AU!

Words are just words until you put them together. © horanful

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.

What if tomorrow all your rights to education were taken away? You weren't allowed to go to school and learn with the others. You were threatened to be shot by the Taliban if you tried. What would you do? Would you still go to school?