Across the world, many girls become pregnant before they are ready. This is one girl's story.
My name is Khadija and I live in Malawi. I am one of 8 children born to an amazing father and a loving mother. My father had a job and gave us all a comfortable life. But the day he died the life I knew came to an end.
In my country, a widow doesn't have the right to stay in her husband's home. My uncles forced us to leave the house and we had to move to a small plot in my mother's family's village. I stayed home from school for a month to help my family make bricks to build a new home.
We helped mother turn the dry dirt plot next to our house into a garden, but we couldn't produce enough food. Our lives became about day-to-day survival.
But no matter how hungry I was, I always worked hard at school. I told myself to focus! I knew that without education I would be a slave to this world, toiling tirelessly like my mother. Every free moment I had between farming and cleaning the house, I studied for the final exa
