In the wake of the terrifying news about 200 kidnapped Nigerian schoolgirls, I’m reflecting on education and freedom.
I’m a teacher and a writer. I have two degrees, and I co-own a small business with my husband. I can choose to have children, vote, go to college– or not. I am a woman who drives and shops and takes public transportation alone, and while I’m careful to lock doors and tell others when I go on solitary walks, I’m rarely afraid for my safety.
This was not the case for Malala Yousafzai, a Pakistani woman shot by the Taliban in October 2012 while riding a school bus filled with children. Her crime? A desire for an education for herself and every girl in her home valley of Swat, and the courage to speak out in a dangerous time.
I just got through reading her 2013 book I Am Malala, which is one of the most joyful, compassionate, honest autobiographies I’ve read. When she writes about her “second life”– the life she says God gave her when she survived the attack– Malala inspires me to live my own life in the service of love and freedom.
She inspires me to keep studying and learning, so that I can be a good teacher for my students, many of whom are Saudi women who have come to the US for better opportunities. She inspires me to write, speak, and stand up for women fighting oppression in my own community and in the global community. Most of all, she inspires me to live close to God, who is with us even in the midst of our anger and heartbreak for these missing girls. I am joining with her and everyone else in praying for their safe return.
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