An extraordinary memoir I Am Malala An extraordinary memoir

There is also the original edition. Click below for a good, informative review of this edition: https://www.washingtonpost.com/opinions/book-review-i-am-malala-by-malala-yousafzai/2013/10/11/530ba90a-329a-11e3-9c68-1cf643210300_story.html?utm_term=.9174641df653

http://www.litlovers.com/reading-guides/14-non-fiction/9457-i-am-malala-yousafzai This link with brief sections (based on the original but also relating to the young readers edition) can replace any questions and excerpts I might choose as you discuss this memoir. The link below takes you to significant things Malala said. You’ll discover many more sites of her quotes, so click around. https://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/24987300-i-am-malala-the-girl-who-stood-up-for-education-and-was-shot-by-the-tal

Watch this movie trailer and news summary and discuss which one is most compelling to you and why. Then if you’re like me, you’ll spend the next hour looking at the variety of YouTubes, news and talk show clips and other videos posted on each site sidebar. I recommend that. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vE5gSHJkusU https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NIqOhxQ0-H8 Here also is the link to her speech upon winning the Nobel Peace Prize (you will be teary-eyed as you watch) along with a link about this significant award. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MOqIotJrFVM https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nobel_Peace_Prize

Still I Rise ‐ Maya Angelou You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? 'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I'll rise. Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops. Weakened by my soulful cries. Does my haughtiness offend you? Don't you take it awful hard 'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines Diggin' in my own back yard. You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I'll rise… Out of the huts of history's shame I rise Up from a past that's rooted in pain I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling I bear in the tide. Leaving behind nights of terror and fear Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the dream and the hope of the slave. I rise. This well-known poem about the strength and determination of women was written by a woman many years older than Malala and with a life story both similar and different than hers. What lines do you think could be descriptive of Malala and which ones better fit Ms. Angelo. Which might apply to both? A Venn diagram might help. Perhaps you’d also like to experiment with writing Malala’s “Still I Rise” poem modeled on Maya Angelou’s and using details from Malala’s life.

Mature students should read this first book in Maya Angelou’s series of autobiography. It’s about her childhood. You’ll be compelled to learn more about this phenomenal woman as well as see likenesses and differences between Maya and Malala. The link below will teach you virtually everything you’d need to know as you read. http://www.shmoop.com/i-know-why-the-caged-bird-sings/ Here is a book as joyous and painful, as mysterious and memorable, as childhood itself. 'I write about being a Black American woman, however, I am always talking about what it's like to be a human being. This is how we are, what makes us laugh, and this is how we fall and how we somehow, amazingly, stand up again' Maya Angelou

Caged Bird poem by Maya Angelou A free bird leaps  on the back of the wind    and floats downstream    till the current ends  and dips his wing  in the orange sun rays  and dares to claim the sky.  But a bird that stalks  down his narrow cage  can seldom see through  his bars of rage  his wings are clipped and    his feet are tied  so he opens his throat to sing.  The caged bird sings    with a fearful trill    of things unknown    but longed for still    and his tune is heard    on the distant hill    for the caged bird    sings of freedom.  The free bird thinks of another breeze  and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees  and the fat worms waiting on a dawn bright lawn  and he names the sky his own  But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams    his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream    his wings are clipped and his feet are tied    so he opens his throat to sing.  The caged bird sings    with a fearful trill    of things unknown    but longed for still    and his tune is heard    on the distant hill    sings of freedom. Caged Bird poem by Maya Angelou Here’s the poem that informs the title of Ms. Angelou’s book. Where might you see Malala in these lines as well? Maya Angelou, “Caged Bird” from Shaker, Why Don't You Sing? Copyright © 1983 by Maya Angelou. Used by permission of Random House, an imprint and division of Penguin Random House LLC. All rights reserved. Source: The Complete Collected Poems of Maya Angelou (Random House Inc., 1994)