雙語暢銷書《我是馬拉拉》第1章4:面紗
When our bus was called, we ran down the steps. The other girls all covered their heads before emerging from the door and climbing up into the back. The bus was actually what we call a dyna, a white Toyota TownAce truck with three parallel benches, one along either side and one in the middle. It was cramped with twenty girls and three teachers. I was sitting on the left between Moniba and a girl from the year below called Shazia Ramzan, holding our exam folders to our chests and our school bags under our feet.
當校車來的時候，我們跑下樓梯。其他女孩在出門之前，都會把面紗蒙好，然後爬上校車的後方。那是一輛白色的豐田之花卡車，車廂裏平行擺放着三條長椅，兩條在車的兩側，一條在車中央。那天，車上擠着二十個女生和三個老師。我坐在左側，莫妮巴和另外一個低一年級的女孩夏希雅·拉姆贊，分別坐在我的兩邊。當時，我們懷裏抱着考試資料，書包放在腳旁。
After that it is all a bit hazy. I remember that inside the dyna it was hot and sticky. The cooler days were late coming and only the faraway mountains of the Hindu Kush had a frosting of snow. The back where we sat had no windows, just thick plastic sheeting at the sides which flapped and was too yellowed and dusty to see through. All we could see was a little stamp of open sky out of the back and glimpses of the sun, at that time of day a yellow orb floating in the dust that streamed over everything.
那之後發生的事情，我都記不大清楚了。我只記得當時車裏的空氣又熱又黏，與往年比，天氣涼得晚，只有遙遠的興都庫什山頂覆蓋了一層薄薄的白雪。車子座位後面沒有窗戶，兩邊蓋着厚厚的塑料布，時不時會被風吹開一溜小縫。塑料布黃黃的，上面滿是塵土，沒法看到外面。我們只能從車廂後面看見一線藍天的痕跡和一抹太陽。那天的太陽就像是個黃色球體，飄浮在漫天風沙之中。
I remember that the bus turned right off the main road at the army checkpoint as always and rounded the corner past the deserted cricket ground. I don’t remember any more.
我只記得，校車一如既往地在路上架設的檢查崗處右轉行駛，然後經過廢棄的板球場。然後，就什麼也不記得了。
In my dreams about the shooting my father is also in the bus and he is shot with me, and then there are men everywhere and I am searching for my father.
在我做過的夢裏，我被開槍擊中時，我的父親也在車上，他也被擊中了……周圍擠滿了人，我正到處尋找父親。
