This month of honoring women may be coming to a close, but it’s been an opening for me in a way I never dreamed. As a writer who is given to privacy, revision, and possibly overworked revision, this blog accomplished what my mother said the shift to watercolors from oil paints did for her. I had to trust my instincts, post it, and let it go. Your responses have been awesome, and I will not crawl back under that rock any time soon. Thank you for reading, liking, and responding.
So, yes, I’m feeling apologetic about all the incredible women I thought of, but could not write about this time. That said, the thirtieth tribute is one for which I had no hesitation. She is among the most inspiring women I’ve even known of, and also the youngest. She was born yesterday, it seems (1997), but she has already drawn fire for her ideals, and she has survived. She is the youngest-ever recipient of the Nobel Peace Prize. Her name is Malala. Her autobiography, “I am Malala: The Girl Who Stood Up for Education and Was Shot by the Taliban,” is a national bestseller.
Today, as I looked up her latest activities, I was thrilled to see that the documentary about her, “He Named Me Malala,” will be available later this year, worldwide, to inspire women and girls, mothers and daughters, teachers and fathers and brothers all over the world to respect and support education across all divisions of gender, political and ethnic loyalties, race, class, and whatever else humankind can think up to use as an excuse to subjugate a fellow being.
The Nobel Peace Prize announcement from Oslo, on October 10, 2014 states:
Despite her youth, Malala Yousafzay has already fought for several years for the right of girls to education, and has shown by example that children and young people, too, can contribute to improving their own situations. This she has done under the most dangerous circumstances. Through her heroic struggle she has become a leading spokesperson for girls’ rights to education.
Each generation moves forward on the foundations laid by previous generations, and when a light like Malala’s comes into the world and moves so quickly to the stage, it’s breathtaking. I’m so grateful that she survived her attackers with the courage and grace to lead the way into a future in which girls’ minds are valued and nurtured.
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