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The Grit of a Girl...

The small peaceful valley "Swat " in Pakistan faced a mighty jolt after the outrageous attack on a 14 year old teenager named Malala Yousufzai who  they call the harbinger of change(The Pride of Swat). Since 2007, the people of Swat are used to the unpredictable attacks by the Taliban which have separated them from their nears and dears. But the change had to come some day! And so it has...

Most of us know what happened on that deadly day but what I want to discuss is a very different issue. Reading her blog diaries under the nom de plume Gul Makai, I realised that people were living in pieces and not peace.

MALALA's VIEW


Since the young age of 11 years, Malala has been espousing girl education. She has tried her best to spread awareness but unfortunately the narrow-minded madarsa system is deeply rooted into the civilisation of Pakistan. These madarsas follow a constrained and highly restrictive system of education which doesn't aim at broadening the horizon of the child. The rule of education is that of indoctrination ; these tender buds are taught how how to love guns instead of people. They do not disseminate the spirit of life rather spread the darkness of death. She had full support of her father who also believed in enlightened moderation.She has been a leader of many such nationalist campaigns but has not been able to garner the support of the lawmakers of the nation. 

Post - attack, Malala hopes for legal and administrative aid which can make her mission successful. She wants to eradicate the dog-eat-dog mentality of the terrorist groups.  She believes that the hope must always be preserved even in a terror prone valley like hers. She is prepared for the worst situation and inspires all women to fight for their rights. Before she was shot down by an activist, Malala had said that "  If the new generation is not given pens they will be given guns by the terrorists." She has said and done enough to stir the people and the lawmakers of Pakistan. She wants the selfish politicians to look beyond their vested interests and protect their future generations. She comes forward as an open challenge to the extremists who will some day have to see their doomsday.






TALIBAN's VIEW

They threaten Pakistan to kill Malala if she survives after the first attempt. They vow to not let any anti-Taliban element be alive in their territory.
Why are they after Malala's life?The reason is clear-she is the epitome of revolt against the Taliban. They claim that she is the advocate of the "Devil Obama" and try to entice more and more politicians to their side.
The extremist group Taliban refuses to allow girls to study in schools and read books. Why would they want this edict to be passed? The reason is that the ideology of Taliban is based on irrationality. The Taliban terrorist group emphasises on jihad and the idea of "true" Islam. But their violence streak has overcome their rationality. They know that if every person is educated they would no longer be a prey of terrorism. The spirit of education brings syllogism in the mind of the individual and that is what the Taliban is afraid of.Their objective is to keep the taliban alive and then rule the world. The repeated assaults on the innocent lives is made to reinforce the fear of their clan. Like Mahatma Gandhi had said that," Violence is the weapon of the weak." And Taliban is trying its best to exploit the same. Someone has rightly said that terrorism creates its own path of self destruction. So shall this be.
What makes me wonder is that what are they gaining? Nothing absolutely. These clerics are raising merchants of hatred,believers in radical Islam.


While I pray to God that sanity falls on the victims and culprits of terror, we must all put in our own individual effort.Let us together stand for the cause Malala is selflessly fighting for. Just as former Prime Minister of England Gordon Brown said,"For one Malala shot and silenced, there are now thousands of younger Malalas who cannot be kept quiet.

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