On the trip back home, though, I asked myself what I would do if a Talib came to kill me. Well, I would just take my shoe and hit him. But then I thought: If you hit a Talib with your shoe, there is no difference between him and you. You must not treat others with cruelty. You must fight them with peace and dialogue. “Malala,” I said to myself. “Just tell him what is in your heart. That you want an education. For yourself. For all girls. For his sister, his daughter. For him.” That’s what I would do. Then I would say, “Now you can do what you want.”
