Year 10 Creative Writing Assessment; Reborn

Winds roared with me as I did. Glass shattered as I breathed. Islands rocked as I stepped across them. Mountains tumbled as I pushed past them.

I was a monster to the lands I crossed. 

But, how could I be? My snow white wings that were longer than rivers had been torn and doused in soot and dust. My vivid violet eyes that stopped men and women in their tracks had faded to black. My scales that glistened brighter than a thousand stars were as black as coal. My tail that lifted children to play and hide in their trees was covered in dirt and blood.

I am not a monster. My human brethren will tell you so, but I am not, I wasn’t then, and I am not now. 

They turned on me; the women who polished my scales as if they were diamonds; the men who presented their killings to me with the utmost pride; the children who had climbed my legs and tail, screeching with unexplainable joy and inexplicable excitement. They turned on me while holding pitchforks and torches, hiding their children as if I would hurt the creatures.

I don’t understand, how could they be scared of me? I never intended any harm to come to them. It was all the young boy's fault, with black gleaming eyes and tousled blond hair. He had started the fires, but no one would ever put them out. 

The day had started at the crack of dawn, as it always did. Children creeping through the doors of the barn, careful not to wake me. The smiles on their faces I would glimpse as I pretended to dream through slumber would bring a grin of joy to me. These children were my family. I would climb onto my feet and step through the children, pushing out through the barn's doors, then spread my wings. Merely taking off, I would feel a surge of power rush through me. Flying through those clouds, I couldn't have felt better. 

As I would descend as I always did, the women, men, and children would gather. The women holding their containers of water atop their heads; the men lugging their blood-stained prey; the children singing and laughing.

“Back,” I would croak, they would step away, some would run. Then bursting through silence came a breath of fire. Searing the men's prey and boiling the water, flushing it of the impurities. Bright blue and orange meddled together to cover the bringing, illuminating the faces of all that looked upon. Men and women with more astonishment each day, and children with wide eyes and wonderous thoughts pouring through their minds. Then, cheering. Children, screeching of excitement, women, of happiness, and men, of delight. The meat that they had laid before me would turn dark in my fire and sizzle in my breath's heat, and the water would steam and bubble, gone the mud that had once resided in it. It was my duty, each morning, to cook their meat and boil their water. I didn't mind the work. These people brought me happiness, and that was enough.

It was different that morning though, a woman came, screaming and cradling what looked to be a young boy. With blond hair and burnt clothes. He was, long ago, Dhaara. But he was different, my Dhaara was bright and full of happiness and light. The worry lines and scars that crossed his frail frame reflected differently. This was a boy who had been through hardship and survived.

But he was the Dragon Lord. He was my master, and his every wish was my command.

The woman held the boy close, she didn't even know him or what terror he would cause. Then, as I had looked upon him, neither did I. I had long since forgotten the tale of Dragon Lords reborn, who chose Chaos' Path to do so. He was my downfall, but I loved him, the boy who had sat at my egg's side and watched it hatch. The boy who had helped me in my weakness, escape my shell. But that was a thousand years ago, and even a dragon's memory had grown weak at such an age.

I knew him, the boy that she cradled, I stepped towards her. She was not of this place, she did not know of my friendliness. She cowered and held the boy closer, afraid of me.

"Put the boy down," My voice was weak.

She placed the boy down. He stunk of blood, the metallic smell had filled my senses. It was silent, no child laughed or sang, no man or woman cheered, they stood, silent. My long neck bent and lowered me down till I could make out every detail. He was my Dragon Lord, my commander, my Dhaara, and I was his dragon, Adha, the Protector.

He was as pale as the moon, instead of craters and mountains, he had scars, some bumpy and large, protruding almost. Others thick and short, making crevices and dents in his skin. The bags under his eyes could tell no other story but a lack of sleep. The greens, blues and blacks that decorated his skin meddled in colour, showing themselves at every point of his body. Disgusting, no one should be treated in such a manner to receive such bruises, such scars.

"Do... do you know him?" I turned my head towards the still-sobbing woman.

"Yes, he is the Cheif's son," I could barely make out her words through her sobs, "I know him well, he's trouble, but we love him."

"Step away," my voice commanded, she reluctantly stood and shuffled backwards, where she was comforted by a woman of our village.

My Dragon Lord should have never been reborn, but I didn't know that then. I saved his life, but soon enough it would cost me what I called my life. 

White fire poured over his body, it wasn't the same as the blue fires nor the orange ones. This fire flowed through the air as the wind blew through the tree's and their leave's. The unnatural colours faded. The stink of blood faded from my senses. But the silence stayed.

His eyes flew open. Baby blue eyes. They darted around, desperately, almost. Would he recognise me? After a thousand years and his new memories and life? His body began to move, he hurriedly climbed to his feet.

Then he saw me. His eyes glazed over me. Then he must not have been able to see, with his eyes pouring tears like a waterfall. His face remained emotionless though. 

Was he happy to see me? Did he remember the days where he would ride through the clouds with me?

Or was he afraid? Did the way I towered over him with my humongous body frighten him?

I needed answers.

"Dhaara?" My voice cracked, as did his, he had begun to sob.

"Adha!" He had yelled, jumping onto my nose, hugging it tightly.

I had wanted to stay there forever, my Dhaara, he was back. But it wouldn't stay that way, nothing ever stayed happy.

The children begged Dhaara and the woman to stay awhile, with women and men arguing that they should rest and recover. The woman, reluctantly, agreed. The boy didn't have to say a word, the way he held me, with such happiness, it looked as if he would never let go. Eventually, though, he did, let go.

"Adha," He breathed, leaning against my frame, "fly with me. It's been hundred's of years, fly with me, Adha, fly with me."

"Of course," my answer was quick, I needed no time to think. I couldn't refuse. Flying with my Dhaara, I couldn't imagine a better thing. 

I lowered my neck till it touched the ground, as he scrambled onto me. 

"Fly, Adha, fly," I did, I spread my wings, further than I ever had, and flew. I shot through the clouds, the fluffiness of them scattered as I broke through them. The mountain views flashed by as I went higher and past their tallest peaks. I flew higher and higher until I could see nothing but the blues of the sky.

My roars sounded out into the emptiness, he yelled out too. He screamed; of joy; of excitement; of delight. He laughed with such emotion, I couldn't comprehend it. I didn't then, and I still cannot now. My Dhaara, my Dragon Lord, my Commander, the mere sight of him brought tears to my eyes, and knowing he was flying with me brought a grin to my face.

“Adha,” He yelled through the wind, “fly to the highest peak.” I raced there, the highest peak that towered over all others. The white that covered the mountain froze me to the bone once I landed. Dhaara jumped from his place on my neck and fell to the ground. Slowly he turned back to me, smiling. 

I wish I had known what that smile had meant, that I had known it wasn't of happiness that he smiled. 

"Adha," I stared into his eyes, blue as the sky, "Grant me one last wish."

"Anything," I was desperate for his voice, I was afraid it was all a dream; that in a moment he would disappear and never return to me.

Then, as I looked into his eyes, they seemed to fade. I know now what had happened to him and me; we had withered away from reality. My eyes had turned to coal in a moment, and as I had looked into his eyes, they did the same.

"Adha, the Protector," He murmured, "Such a name won't suit the new path we will take together."

He stared. I was scared; terrified; horrified; petrified.

What had these people done with my Dhaara?

He was corrupted, long before that day, but I couldn't do anything about that. He was Dhaara, a Dragon Lord. His every wish was my command, no matter what I chose.

"I choose a new name for you, Adha, the Protector, you will be now known as..." He paused once more. I didn't want another name, I was Adha, it was the name he had chosen for me many years ago.

"Dyreil, the Reborn."

I didn't want it.

"Do not say a word, beast, you have been reborn with me. Do you not see my eyes? I chose Chaos just to see you again. I love you Dyreil, and we will be together forever now."

I couldn't move; I couldn't protest against his words. In that singular moment, remembering the tale of those who Chaos, I wanted to scream. Not roar, scream.

"You said you would grant me one last wish, correct?" He breathed his whisper, "Let's fly, Dyreil, fly far far away. Just you and me."

I had wanted to speak; yell; roar. But, I couldn't. My Dragon Lord commanded it. I could never have refused, even if I wanted. But I didn't, at that moment, all I could think of was Dhaara, my Dhaara, with me at long last.

"Or are you too attached, Dyreil? Devoted to these people, this place, these children, instead of me?" His black eyes had crept into my mind, into my soul, my thoughts.

"I see. We'll just have to take care of that, won't we?" He had giggled as if it was a joke. Chaos had corrupted his very soul.

He jumped atop my still lowered neck.

"We must take care of this issue of yours, Dyreil." My neck bent till I faced him once more, "You'll do it for me, won't you?"

I had, I had done it all for him. I had spread my wings and flew done to the village. Women, men, children, they had left their works and play to welcome me. I had wanted to cry, but, at the same time, all I could think of was Dhaara.

I had to do it. I had to do it for my Dhaara.

"Run." Dhaara yelled, "For years this murderous beast has been waiting, waiting to burn your village and your babes."

The crowd murmured, Adha would never do such a thing, Adha has helped our village thrive, they would never do such a thing.

"You do not believe me? I am Dhaara, Dragon Lord and son of the Village Cheif. I warn you, grab your torches and pitchforks. This is a deadly brute! It will kill you all."

There were always the few in the village that didn't like me. That never wanted me to stay. That did think I was an eater of children.

"I knew it!" They cried, "It's a monster!"

 "I'll prove it!" He yelled, he turned back to me, with his crooked smile and wild eyes.

"Prove it," He whispered, "My monster, my beast."

"Kill me," He breathed.

Can a dragon scream? I learnt in that moment, no, a dragon cannot scream. But, they can roar. A Dragon Lord, killed by a dragon? I couldn't comprehend. Instead, my voice exploded, breathing blue fires and my anguish into the open air.

I couldn't kill him, I could never kill a Dragon Lord.

But to Dhaara, I could. He was standing in front of me when I had roared. His body had crippled and fell, the crooked grin remained until he hit the ground, his black eyes returned to their baby blue, in his last breath he muttered a single word, it haunts me.

"Wait..."

The crowd shrieked, women grabbed their children and ran for their lives, men took weapons. I was back in control of myself, I moved, I spoke, I cowered, but nothing could stop them. The women returned, bearing torches that were soon struck alight.

I looked at the woman who had brought him to me. She had stood, not a single tear escaped her eyes, not a frown of sadness, not a cry of despair. She simply stood there. Then she spoke.

"Burn its wings," she yelled.

The people listened, men threw the torches, each had deadly aim, the women took handfuls of mud and dirt and threw it into my face.

I had to leave, I had to fly so far away.  I spread my wings and took flight. I didn't want to, I wanted to fly to the tallest mountain peak and cry for a thousand years. The boy, in a day, had cursed my life.

I would never hear the children's giggles as they crept into the barn to wake me. I would never feel the women take the water and pour it across my scales and polish each until it shined. I would never see the happiness of the men as they ate the charred meat each morning. 

A Dragon Lord who had chosen Chaos. He will accept the path again and again. He will find me anew, look me in the eyes, and thank me, for his death and new life each time.

"Thank you, Dyreil," He'll say, "Thank you."

Until then, I give you my story. The story of Adha, the Protector. The myth of Dyreil, the Reborn. The fable of me, Adha, Dyreil, and my new name, Meosessial, the Protector of the Reborn.

(2,526 words, doesn't include this.)

Musicals

What is a musical?

A musical is a film or play in which singing and dancing play an essential part in the story or development. 

What are the elements of a musical?

There are many elements to musicals including well-known ones such as dancing and singing. 

There are many different types of songs that are sung, such as the ballads, the ballads are usually love songs, but can also just be songs to do with strong emotion. These songs are normally paired with a slow tempo. An example of a ballad that isn't to do with specifically love is Words Fail from Dear Evan Hansen. This song has to do with the strong emotion of regret and sadness from the singer that is belted out all in one shot, the sheer amount of emotion deeply impacts the audience.

Another form of a song sung is called a charm song, this is used to charm the audience, it is often used in a deceptive way. This isn't always the case though. The Lion King's I Just Can't Wait To Be King is an example of a charm song reflecting Simba and his way of charming the audience into liking him.

The third form of song is regarded as a comedy number, which is quite obviously aimed to create a comedic moment within the musical. This can have many effects on the musical itself, whether it's to further the story along or just stop everything for a moment and create a small part of relaxation for the storyline and its progression.

The final form of song is called a musical scene. These are used to blend dialogue and song, these help with the progression of the storyline. An example of a musical scene would be The Other Side from The Greatest Showman, where the back-and-forth between the characters is blended into the song. This song helps further the storyline in a way where P. T. Barnum convinces Phillip into joining him and helping his business along.

(Apologies I couldn't go into further detail, this had to be rushed because of a short time frame.)

Human Trafficking Research

For the last part of Social Studies for the term, we had to choose out of human trafficking, child soldiers and child labour to research. I chose human trafficking and we then had to pick a country to do it in. I chose America.
Contrary to popular belief, America is more than eagles and the people who live there, are not eagles. They have problems of their own besides not all being eagles. The main problem within human trafficking is forced prostitution and that is what most of my slide is on, there are small mentions of child labour though.

Genetics Summary

Since Medical Science we have been working through Genetics. Once again we had to choose four of the learning goals and do small little things on them, I chose to do mine on Canva instead of a slideshow like last time. I basically made a small page on each of the four I chose,

• Understand the key differences between asexual and sexual reproduction
• Describe 'Variation' and describe the importance of it
• Discuss the process of cloning and it's ethics
• Complete Punnett Squares in order to predict inheritance patterns

Narrative Writing Tasks: An Extremely Short Epilouge

Da da da da!

Introducing.....






TAWERA,
Keahi's best bud!

(who I did a poster about here)

I had this sitting there from when I got a bit ahead so I thought 'Hey I may as well finish this before it gathers dust!'

Human Trafficking

Human Trafficking is the illegal selling and buying of people, whether to buy their services or them illegally or buy them for child labour. There are many different ways these people come into human trafficking, some are sold by their families due to a debt needed to be paid or a loan taken out, some are kidnapped, there are so many different ways these people are stripped of their rights and freedom. There is a story of a woman named Hope, who was kidnapped by sex traffickers after she posted on social media that she hated her mother. A woman messaged her back saying Hope could stay with her and within 45 minutes Hope was gone. She was forced into a hotel room where she was beaten, drugged and forced into prostitution. This is merely an example but in so many ways Hope's freedom and rights were torn away from her. Human trafficking is a violation, of rights, of freedom and of the peace that is being so desperately fought for in our world.

Api Taylor the Maori Poet

As a student participating in the English Scholarship pathway, I and many others were given the opportunity to listen to a poetry reading by Apirana Taylor. Apirana Taylor is a Maori poet who has travelled the world to tell his many tales, with his guitar, Aroha, and his flute to help him convey the voice of the poet.

For the first period, we were excused from our classes along with all the Maori classes and other years participating in the pathway so we could listen to his readings. He had many poems, about people and their stories, but one of my personal favourites was Hinemoa's Daughter.

This poem tells a story about the descendant of Hinemoa, the Maori princess. Hinemoa had been forbidden from marrying her love by her father, as he was a commoner. At night the love of Hinemoa, Tane, would play his flute on the island he lived on, which was surrounded by a lake. One night Hinemoa swam across the lake, guided
by the melody of Tane's flute. Once she had crossed the lake she married Tane.

Hinemoa's Daughter, however, is about her distant descendant, who is a fellow poet to Apirana, and after meeting her and her telling him who she was and her life's story, he wrote Hinemoa's Daughter. I personally love this because it isn't a happy story, it tells of the hardships and difficulties this girl faced.
After the first period and the rest of his poems and stories, those who were in the Scholarship Pathway were lucky enough to participate in a workshop with Apirana.

He asked us about how writing makes us strong, we all answered with different things, that writing gives you the chance to represent things that cannot be pronounced with words from the mouth, or that it gives you a question and challenges you to answer and wonder and question even more.
He then gave us a challenge, a word association game, if he could fill the whiteboard with the words we associated with it we would win a prize, otherwise, each of us would have to pay him ten dollars. Luckily we won the bet with him using a simpler word like 'sea'.
After that, we did more word association, except keeping it to ourselves this time, he would write a word on the board and we would write down the first thing that came to mind, no matter how stupid. Luckily, I didn't think of anything too outrageous, this is what I came up with,

Mountain = Sea
River = Ocean
Tree = Branch
War = Blood
Music = Sight
Rain = Shine
Star = Bright
Aroha = Love
Lightning = Strike
Teardrop = Fall
Ocean = Water

He then asked us to make a poem, not lifting our pens until we had finished writing, I wrote my original poem twice, as I thought the first seemed a bit wordy and didn't sound as good with all the 'and's' and 'only's'. The first one I'm showing is the original, the second one is the rewritten version that I feel is a lot better than the original piece.

Original

Blood's fall,
tainted with aroha and love are the sea's, oceans, rivers,
bright strikes illuminate the sight,
blood branches torn, fallen, lost,
bright loves only to have their shine fade,
sight and way have fallen to bloods strike,
only when the end is near,
love will be in sight,
only when the end is near,
light will be in sight,
with shimmer and shine,
with hate-tainted blood washed away,
washed away only with water flooded by aroha.

Rewritten

Blood's fall,

tainted with aroha and love are sea's, oceans, rivers,

bright strike illuminated sight,

blood branches torn, fallen, lost,

bright love to have it's shine fade,

sight and way fallen to bloods strike,

when end is near,

love will be in sight,

when end is near,

light will be in our sight,

with shimmer and shine,

with hate tainted blood washed away,

washed away by aroha.

I am so glad to have attended this workshop as I had an amazing time. Apirana Taylor was able to help me find an inspiration to write something with meaning and passion, something I haven't been able to achieve myself in months. There were parts I didn't understand during the poetry reading's as they included some Maori words I didn't understand, but besides that, I couldn't point out a thing I didn't enjoy. 

All Summer in a Day

Our class recently had to read the short story All Summer in a Day by Ray Bradbury. After reading this story we were tasked to answer a few questions about parts of the story.

Find three words you don't know the meaning of. Look them up and write the definitions.

Tumultuously - This adverb having to do with disorganisation and being loud in general. If you were to describe something, like a storm, for example, it would be like this,

The storm raged on tumultuously, disturbing the peaceful lives with battering winds and threatening strikes of lightning.

(There were no other words I didn't know so I just took some random ones.)

Dimly - Another adverb, the word dimly is to do with a faint light, for example,

The lantern glowed dimly, providing next to no light in the midnight black hall.

Repercussions - This noun means the consequences after an action, it is often a bad one. Here's an example,

The move he had made would have repercussions, for everyone.

Discuss the exposition of the story, who are the characters? What are the setting and mood?

The story is about a young girl named Margot who lives on the planet, Venus, where it rains for seven years before the planet sees merely an hour of sunlight. Margot is nine years old and unlike her classmates, she remembered seeing the sun five years ago, before she and her family moved to Venus from Earth.

Besides Margot, there are no other named characters, though there are Margot's classmates and her teacher. I suspect that one of the classmate's names are William, as the teacher mentions the name when she tells a student off.
The setting is Venus, where it rains and rains for seven years until the sun will show itself for an hour or so. Most of the civilians, descendants of the humans from Earth, live in underground networks. They rarely go outside into the rain, but once the sun comes out you can see the immense amount of greenery and forest that covers Venus.
The mood is excitable and emotional, with anger showing itself easily in Margot's fellow classmates, but the children quickly switch the mood of the story once the sun shows itself, the children happy and laughing, until of course, they realise, they left Margot in the closet.

List and label one metaphor, one similie and one example of sensory language.

Metaphors are visible in this small part of the story,

It had been raining for seven years; thousands upon thousands of days compounded and filled from one end to the other with rain, with the drum and gush of water, with the sweet crystal fall of showers and the concussion of storms so heavy they were tidal waves come over the islands.

The multiple metaphors include the piece that says 'Storms so heavy they were tidal waves come over the islands.' It is a metaphor that compares the storms and rains to the heaviness of a tidal wave.

The simile I was able to find in the story is a bit long, but stick with me for a moment,

It was as if, in the midst of a film concerning an avalanche, a tornado, a hurricane, a volcanic eruption, something had, first, gone wrong with the sound apparatus, thus muffling and finally cutting off all noise, all of the blasts and repercussions and thunders, and then, second, ripped the film from the projector and inserted in its place a beautiful tropical slide which did not move or tremor.

I believe the simile is at the very beginning where it states, 'it was as if, in the midst of a film,' here it relates the stopping of the rain to a pause before a dramatic happening in a movie.

The sensory language example I am able to provide is this one,

The children lay out, laughing, on the jungle mattress, and heard it sigh and squeak under them resilient and alive. They ran among the trees, they slipped and fell, they pushed each other, they played hide-and-seek and tag, but most of all they squinted at the sun until the tears ran down their faces; they put their hands up to that yellowness and that amazing blueness and they breathed of the fresh, fresh air and listened and listened to the silence which suspended them in a blessed sea of no sound and no motion.

Here it describes the laughter of joy and the fresh air the children were finally able to surround themselves with after so many years. Instead of 'they looked at the sun.' they told us 'they squinted at the sun until the tears ran down their faces.' This is important because it draws the reader in more than the simple 'they looked at the sun.' because it explains the feelings of the children and helps the reader envision the scene.

Friendships

Life is better with friends by Jessica

This brochure, thingy, is what I made for Health to conclude our small part in Taha Whanau. It talks about friendships and how you can be a better friend. It's also advice for aliens just in case they want to blend in, if so, at least credit me please. It is a bit big so you may want to zoom out so you can get the full picture, or just go to Canva through the link above and get it at a more suitable size.

Child Soldiers

Child Soldiers Map and Information

This map lists ten different countries that all engage in child soldiers and ranks them from 1 - 9 and will often list a number twice as they are considered on par with each other on how horrible the rate is. 1 is ranked as the worst and 9 is ranked as the least bad. These countries will also list different things stating information about the child soldiers in that country in particular. 
To explain, a child soldier is simply a soldier recruited into an army who is under eighteen or under the usual age that is required for you to sign up for the military. These children come into the armies in many different ways. Some think the army will help support their family through the money, some think they are just going to be cooks and porters, some are kidnapped off of the streets and sold to the armies as suicide bombers and soldiers. They all come into the armies in different ways.

 

Just in case the map bugs out here's the information.

Somalia 

Due to the ongoing war between the Somali government and the rebellion named Al Shabaab, many child soldiers have been used to fight. UN now believe that over half of the soldiers in the war. Al Shabaab are not the only ones to recruit soldiers though, the Somali National Army had as many as 920 reported cases of recruitment of people under 18. It is not only boys that are used though, while girls are not used as soldiers, but they are also forced into marriage with the other Al Shabaab soldiers or even forced into being sex slaves in brothels. This is labelled as extreme and ranked as a number 1.

Syria

Because of the civil war between the three ends, children have been recruited, killed, injured and displaced from their homes. The children recruited have been recruited to ISIS. ISIS recruit these children as soldiers in their armies and suicide bombers. The ISIS people recruit their children through many means, even telling some that they were the victims themselves. This is labelled as extreme and ranked as a number 1.

The Democratic Republic of The Congo

It is quite unclear to me who the DRC are warring with now, but currently and in the past both this country and the ones that had warred with it were accused of the use of children in their military ranks. I believe that the DRC are now at war with their own rebels only, but it is unclear whether they currently, or ever in fact, used child soldiers.  This is labelled as extreme and ranked as a number 3.

Sudan

It is Southern Sudan that recruits child soldiers into their armies to fight in the Southern Sudanese Civil War. Most of these child soldiers are slowly being released, but there are still reportedly 19,000 soldiers in the armies. Due to minimal information, from what I have gathered, I believe these children fight on both sides of the war, for the Sudanese Government and the opposing force. This is labelled as extreme and ranked as a number 3.

Afghanistan

Since the wars in Afghanistan, children have both willingly joined and forced into the armed forces of the war. The soldiers are mainly male, as they are in most countries, and the females are forced into marriages with the army commanders. I do not know if this is still current, as laws have been issued against such acts. This is labelled as extreme and ranked as a number 5.

Colombia

While there are no current legitimate wars going on in Colombia, groups of rebels have reportedly recruited child soldiers in the past. Both boys and girls were recruited and trained to fight in the days of the Colombian Conflict. The war has since been ended after over fifty years of conflict between the government and the rebellion. This is labelled as extreme and ranked as a number 6.

Central African Republic

Because of the countries current wars, child soldiers have been recruited by the same forces fighting the government, mainly the anti-balaka and the Seleka forces. Over 14,000 of these children have been recruited to fight in the Central African Republic Civil War against the government. This is labelled as extreme and ranked as a number 7.

Myanmar (Burma)

This country has been suffering from internal conflicts since 1948. The country signed an agreement back in 2012 to do with the abolishment of child soldiers, even so there are still children engaged in the conflicts and security forces. But since 2012 they have discharged 849 of these child soldiers. This is labelled as extreme and ranked as a number 8.

Iraq

The forces loyal to the Assad government have been recruiting children as of 2018. They have been recruiting from countries such as Afghanistan and Iran. This is all just so they can become child soldiers to fight in the Syrian Civil War. This is labelled as extreme and ranked as a number 9.

Yemen

Yemen's current cause of disarray in the Yemeni Civil War, the two main forces are led by the current Yemeni President Hadi and the pro-government forces, and the Former President Saleh and the anti-government forces, known as the Houthis. The young children of this country are recruited to defend the borders against the Houthis. This is labelled as extreme and ranked as a number 9.

Child Soldiers SEEL Paragraph

Why are children used in war and how does this take away their Human Rights and Freedom?

These children, who've been recruited and kidnapped and convinced of a better life, have become slaves to the armies of war. These armies force them into suicidal acts and they get nothing out of it. The armies use children because they are naive and weak, they can convince them that their human rights don't exist. They can convince these children into becoming killers of their own families, just to prove that they are to be children of war and bloodshed. These children never get any education, a broken human right, some of these children never a choice whether they want to engage in the 'job' or not, a broken human right, some of these children never get to participate in the cultural parts of their lives, a broken human right. Children are used in war because they are expansible to the military leaders, the poverty in these countries leaves children poor and constantly in need of jobs and money. There are always children who will be in need of a job and money, and when there is no one else turn to they turn the military. Most of these children were convinced they'd never have to hold a gun, most of these children were kidnapped or sold. Most of these children have become slaves to the wars of the world and have lost everything, human rights, freedom and life.