Resonating with me right now
"One book, one pen, one child and one teacher can change the world."
That’s how Malala Yousafzai concluded her maiden speech at the National Academy for Performing Arts, Port of Spain, Trinidad and Tobago.
As an education rights activist, Ms Yousafzai told her audience they were very fortunate to have free primary, secondary and tertiary education. She urged citizens to use this opportunity wisely and remember there are 57 million children without an outlet to explore their intellectual abilities.
Meeting the Prince of Port of Spain
The young author also couldn’t contain her excitement on meeting star cricketer, Brian Lara. Yes, she was thrilled but she revealed she was even more impressed with the valuable lesson she learned from Lara.
All courage should be stronger than our fear, and that is what I learned from him.
Announcing her candidacy…for the future of Pakistan
In a lighter segment of her speech on Wednesday, 17-year-old Malala seemed to have launched a career in politics! The audience chuckled as she expressed her wish to one day run for office.
But on a serious note, Ms Yousafzai believes politics can be used as a tool to do a world of good.
I’m really interested in politics. I know it may be considered a bad thing but politics is the way through which you can help your country. When you become Prime Minister you can bring great changed to your law to your constitution. You can start many goodwill projects and help your people. So, I’m hoping that someone would vote for me and someone would elect me!
Also speaking at NAPA was Education Minister Dr Tim Gopeesingh who said he was in awe of Malala Yousafzai.
Malala will give a second speech at the Academy on Thursday.
Malala may have left the Middle East but its cultures have even migrated to the West
The Pakistani native turned Londoner came face to face with a reality of the Muslim community in Carapichaima. During Eid celebrations on Tuesday, Malala and her entourage paid a surprise visit to the Central masjid.
She was warmly received by all present and the event was thought to be going well. Unfortunately, when Malala reportedly requested to address the congregation, she was denied.
Trinidad and Tobago Sen. The Honorable Fazal Karim, Tertiary Education Minister, and the Mosque’s Imam explained to her that it was against their custom for a woman to speak at the Mosque.
Malala, whose activism centers on rights for girls and women, walked away visibly disappointed.
She has made no official comment on the matter.
when did we replace the word “said” with “was like”
When it occured to us that “said” implies a direct quote, while “was like” clarifies that you mean to communicate the person’s tone and general point without quoting them word for word.
Knowledge. Dropping like bass…
I start to think of all the guys I could call and then it hits me—there are no other guys. A lot of time was spent cutting ties and sharing forgiveness like a word on Sunday.
Gosh. I could never be that girl. I can’t run to an ex-boyfriend. It’s not that simple to pick up the phone and dial the number of that old flame.
Because it’s like, what old flame? My mind doesn’t do that. It doesn’t think that "something’s still there". I don’t hold on.
The quarter-life problems are alive and kicking!
There are times (like these) where I write what I think is the “worst feeling in the world”. And I write it for the moment because each time I write it based on the moment it changes.
So just to recap, the last “worst feeling in the world” was wanting someone to hear you but no one cares to listen, and you spend all your life talking but no one cares, and then you die and no one ever says that all you wanted was to be heard. And then you’re forgotten.
Pretty morbid stuff right?
Ok so new crisis. New moment. New “worst feeling in the world”.
The worst feeling in the world is feeling the need to talk to someone because you’re so broken inside. You’re furious you think you can scream or cry but no tears come and you have no voice…worse—there is no one to talk to. You run through a list of excellent names in your head but there’s no one to talk to because no one could really, truly understand except the source of your grief.