Something else happened that day.
My mother allowed herself to be publicly photographed for the first time.
As she has lived her life in purdah and never unveiled her face on camera before, it was a great sacrifice and very difficult for her.
At breakfast the next day Atal said to me in the hotel, 'Malala, I don't understand why you are famous. What have you done?'
All the time we were in New York he was more excited by the Statue of Liberty, Central Park and his favourite game Beyblade!
After the speech I received messages of support from all over the world, but there was mostly silence from my own country,
except that on Twitter and Facebook we could see my own Pakistani brothers and sisters turning against me.
They accused me of speaking out of 'a teen lust for fame'.
One said, 'Forget the image of your country, forget about the school.
She would eventually get what she was after, a life of luxury abroad.'
I don't mind. I know people say these things because they have seen leaders and politicians in our country who make promises they never keep.
Instead things in Pakistan are getting worse every day.
The endless terrorist attacks have left the whole nation in shock.
People have lost trust in each other, but I would like everyone to know that I don't want support for myself, I want the support to be for my cause of peace and education.