Bismillah hir rahman ir rahim.
In the name of God, 
the most merciful, the most beneficent.
Your Majesties, Your royal highnesses, 
distinguished members 
of the Norweigan Nobel Committee,
Dear sisters and brothers,
today is a day of great happiness for me.
I am humbled 
that the Nobel Committee has selected me 
for this precious award.
Thank you to everyone 
for your continued support and love.
Thank you for the letters and cards 
that I still receive from all around the world.
Your kind and encouraging words 
strengthens and inspires me.
I would like to thank my parents 
for their unconditional love.
Thank you to my father 
for not clipping my wings 
and for letting me fly.
Thank you to my mother 
for inspiring me to be patient 
and to always speak the truth
- which we strongly believe is 
the true message of Islam.
And also thank you to all 
my wonderful teachers, 
who inspired me to believe in myself 
and be brave.
I am proud, well in fact, I am very proud 
to be the first Pashtun, the first Pakistani, 
and the youngest person to receive this award.
Along with that, along with that, 
I am pretty certain 
that I am also the first recipient 
of the Nobel Peace Prize
who still fights with her younger brothers.
I want there to be peace everywhere, 
but my brothers and I are still working on that.
I am also honoured 
to receive this award together 
with Kailash Satyarthi,
who has been a champion for children's rights for a long time.
Twice as long, 
in fact, than I have been alive.
I am proud that we can work together, 
we can work together and show the world 
that an Indian and a Pakistani, 
they can work together 
and achieve their goals of children's rights.
Dear brothers and sisters, 
I was named 
after the inspirational Malalai of Maiwand
who is the Pashtun Joan of Arc.
The word Malala means 
"grief-stricken", "sad",
but in order to lend some happiness to it, 
my grandfather 
would always call me 
"Malala - The happiest girl in the world"
and today I am very happy 
that we are together fighting 
for an important cause.
This award is not just for me.
It is for those forgotten children 
who want education.
It is for those 
frightened children who want peace.
It is for those 
voiceless children who want change.
I am here 
to stand up for their rights, to raise their voice...
it is not time to pity them.
it is not time to pity them.
It is time to take action 
so it becomes the last time, 
the last time, so it becomes the last time 
that we see a child deprived of education.
I have found that 
people describe me in many different ways.
Some people call me 
the girl who was shot by the Taliban.
And some, the girl who fought for her rights.
Some people, call me a "Nobel Laureate" now.
However, my brothers still call me that 
annoying bossy sister.
As far as I know, 
I am just a committed and even stubborn person
who wants to see every child 
getting quality education, 
who wants to see women having equal rights  
and who wants peace 
in every corner of the world.
Education is one of the blessings of life
and one of its necessities.
That has been my experience 
during the 17 years of my life.
In my paradise home, Swat, 
I always loved learning 
and discovering new things.
I remember when my friends 
and I would decorate our hands 
with henna on special occasions.
And instead of drawing flowers and patterns 
we would paint our hands 
with mathematical formulas and equations.
We had a thirst for education,
We had a thirst for education,
because our future was right there 
in that classroom.
We would sit and learn and read together.
We loved to wear neat and tidy school uniforms
and we would sit there 
with big dreams in our eyes.
We wanted to make our parents proud
and prove that 
we could also excel in our studies
and achieve those goals,
which some people think only boys can.
But things did not remain the same.
When I was in Swat, 
which was a place of tourism and beauty, 
suddenly changed into a place of terrorism.
I was just ten 
that more than 400 schools were destroyed.
Women were flogged.
People were killed.
And our beautiful dreams 
turned into nightmares.
Education went from being a right 
to being a crime.
Girls were stopped from going to school.
When my world suddenly changed, 
my priorities changed too.
I had two options.
One was to remain silent 
and wait to be killed.
And the second was to speak up 
and then be killed.
I chose the second one.
I decided to speak up.
We could not just stand by 
and see those injustices of the terrorists
denying our rights, 
ruthlessly killing people 
and misusing the name of Islam.
We decided to raise our voice 
and tell them:
Have you not learnt,
have you not learnt that in the Holy Quran 
Allah says:
if you kill one person 
it is as if you kill the whole humanity?
Do you not know 
that Mohammad, peace be upon him, 
the prophet of mercy, 
he says, "do not harm yourself or others"?
And do you not know 
that the very first word of the Holy Quran 
is the word "Iqra", which means "read"?
The terrorists tried to stop us 
and attacked me 
and my friends who are here today, 
 on our school bus
in 2012
but neither their ideas 
nor their bullets could win.
We survived. 
And since that day, 
our voices have grown louder and louder.
I tell my story, 
not because it is unique, 
but because it is not.
It is the story of many girls.
Today, I tell their stories too.
I have brought with me some of my sisters 
from Pakistan, from Nigeria and from Syria, 
who share this story.
My brave sisters 
Shazia and Kainat 
who were also shot that day on our school bus.
But they have not stopped learning.
And my brave sister Kainat Soomro 
who went through severe abuse 
and extreme violence, 
even her brother was killed, 
but she did not succumb.
Also my sisters here, 
whom I have met 
during my Malala Fund campaign.
My 16-year-old courageous sister, Mezon 
from Syria, 
who now lives in Jordan as refugee 
and she goes from tent to tent 
encouraging girls and boys to learn.
And my sister Amina, 
from the North of Nigeria, 
where Boko Haram threatens, 
and stops girls and even kidnaps girls, 
just for wanting to go to school.
Though I appear as one girl, 
one person, who is 5 foot 2 inches tall,
... if you include my high heels
It means I am 5 foot only.
I am not a lone voice, 
I am not a lone voice, I am many. 
I am Malala. 
But I am also Shazia.
I am Kainat.
I am Kainat Soomro.
I am Mezon.
I am Amina. 
I am those 66 million girls
who are deprived of education.
And today I am not raising my voice, 
it is the voice of those 66 million girls.
