Hello and welcome to my fourth post on I Am Malala. I have almost completed the book so I want to represent the main events from a different perspective. This short story will be my interpretation of Atal (Malala’s youngest brother) and his perspective in the book.
Hi, my name is Atal Yousafzai and this is a brief description of some events! Anyways, when I was three, there were big explosions around us and I was really scared because I didn’t know what was happening. My father was looking a bit stressed about it, while my mother hoped that we were going to be safe. The chaos slowly went away but I was told that it still wasn’t safe to go outside on my own, because some bad people called the Taliban, were still around. Malala and my father always talked about similar things and enjoyed each other's company. I liked to stay home and play with our pet chicken, while everyone else seemed busy doing something. One day Malala stayed home and I wondered if she was sick, but it was the Taliban keeping her from going to school. I sort of wanted to be a girl too, so I wouldn’t have to go to school. I understand more now but six years ago, I kept thinking why can’t we just have fun and go places together?
Another war was about to start and we were in the middle. My mother said we had to leave right away and I wanted to bring my chicken, but she said no and I cried for a long time. At the time, I didn’t fully know what was about to happen. We made it to Shangla in the mountains and we were so exhausted from the travel. I nearly fell asleep when we made it to the gate, but the guards wouldn’t let us in as it was past curfew there. We all just waited and listened to the radio for when it was safe to return home. When we got back home, Malala was so excited to be allowed back to school, while I still didn’t care to go to school.
I have known two wars so far and I was only five years old. It was another normal day in Swat Valley when I went to school and almost missed the bus home. I had just remembered that Malala had told me that I needed to take the bus home that day, so I was late for the bus but was able to hop on the back when it drove off. As I got on the bus, some people seemed to be angry at me, so I decided to just walk home and jumped off the bus. When I arrived home, I could tell something really bad had happened and it was probably a good thing that I walked home that day.
Thanks for having a look from my perspective and I’ll hand it back over to Keegan! I hope you enjoyed and thank you for reading my blog!