Scattered scenes from the prior hours replay in the back of your mind not necessarily because of how skillfully and cinematically the moments were captured, but because of how raw the moments were themselves. Moments that give reason to create a film quite as necessary as He Named Me Malala.
By now, Malala Yousafzai’s story is a widely known one. When she was 15, the Taliban shot her in the forehead for being a rather outspoken advocate for girls’ education. Three years of recovery, an international move (her family relocated to Birmingham, England due to continued threats from the Taliban) and a Nobel Peace Prize later, Malala has not lost steam on her fight for young girls to have access to a full 12 years of education.
