Why people should help with humanitarian crises

 As humanity progresses and changes, the more we hear about other things that happen in the world that can surprise us more than ever. Thanks to interconnection through things such as the internet, generations are slowly becoming more exposed to and educated about different things that happen in the world. People can learn about what goes on in other countries and what they can do about it. However, a majority of people don't participate in humanitarian activities-and why is that? As more horrific events take place in today's society, this is why you and everyone should stop, take notice and take action.

This earth holds about 7.8 billion people-all in different countries, with different beliefs and hopes and dreams. 7.8 billion people who have the chance to change the world, but also have the opportunity to ruin it. And even though we all are very similar, we go through different things that many of us may not know. Things like the blacklivesmatter campaign, the Chinese concentration camps and many other stories that are yet to be told have always been hidden by the media-the one place where people can find information. We may have heard of them, but most of us never really think about how the people involved in them are humans, just like us. That we could have been in their position, or that they have thoughts and feelings of their own, each and ever person. That is why we need to take action-to let people have a chance to live normally. Other things like the Lebanon crisis and poverty in all sorts of countries are only covered briefly on the news if they are lucky-but all humanitarian crises need the attention they deserve to truly bring a stop to them.

If people took notice of what was happening and did their research and helped out, not only would the media start bringing more attention to such topics, but more successful organisations would start to help others and other people would definitely be more interested and information would reach more people-thanks to social media. Because of social media, people can find out about topics and humanitarian crises as they can accidentally stumble upon content-or things can be shared and promoted by others. Many activism campaigns and charities have started because people have spread messages about humanitarian crises, and if just more people brought their attention to such topics, people could receive enough help and support to stop whatever problem they have. This is why every person's support and help matters, as it all eventually builds up-even you.

To help support others, it doesn't take too much. Most of the work someone can do to help is free and doesn't require much work, and it could change someone's life. Signing petitions is a great way to help, as petitions can even be counted by the government and laws can even be changed, and it just takes two seconds to sign your name. Charities are a great way to help others, but if you don't have money on you, donating money for free exists-no matter how silly it sounds. Things such as streaming monetized videos that are said to donate to humanitarian crises on YouTube are a great help, and you can mute the video and help others without even trying. Things such as spreading awareness of problems on the internet is also a great way. Giving links to petitions, giving information about what is going on and talking about humanitarian crises can convince others to start helping as well. There is sure to be information you need on every social media app-you just need to search. Anyone is capable of changing a life, no matter how much they think they can't.

At the end of the day, just being an ally to other people is just human nature-it should be done without thinking. It doesn't matter if a lot of people already support something, or if it doesn't have a lot of attention brought to it. People should try to support and do as much as they can nonetheless. We all bleed the same, and we all have the same needs-so you should give your attention where it's worth, to give more hope towards a society where everyone is equal.

The Search

Evangeline swept up her things on the desk, giving the tattered tablecloth one final smack, as dust streamed through the air. Oliver gawkily pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, as he glanced in Sandy's direction. Sandy locked eyes with him, something hidden in her gaze. She paced forward and stiffly shoved the compasses and the pieces of paper in Evangeline's rucksack for her. Evangeline looked up at Sandy. 

"Come on, we should have gone ages ago." Sandy said sternly.

Evangeline sighed her auburn hair bouncing on her shoulders as she bobbed her head up and down. "Sorry guys," she mused, "I just want to get a lead on this case."

Oliver and Sandy looked back at each other, both feeling the same emotion for once for two people who were so wildly different. They peered back at their friend in worry, but they chose not to say anything. 

"Get home safe, okay? Don't let this dumb special assignment keep your head in the clouds." Oliver murmured, and the two friends slipped out of the shed door, gently shutting it with a resounding click.

Evangeline groaned in frustration. Pacing around the room, her thoughts swirling around in her head. We had something going on, I can feel it. Her eyes wandered over to the scruffy leather knapsack that had fallen. I swear we're so close to solving it. 

She pushed herself up out of her squatting position, and snatched up the knapsack, shaking the contents out as they clattered out. 

There was something they had missed. Evangeline, not noticing the lights dim in the room, rummaged through the items for the hundredth time that day.
The god that had given them such an 'important mission', and had begged the unusual group of friends to do it 'because they were special' had barely given them any clues or solutions. The few pieces of equipment he had given them too, no matter how magical, was second-hand and barely worked. Six months of trying to find this 'special orb' that would change the world had ended in finding barely anything-after all they were your average group of kids. Both Oliver and Sandy had clearly given up.

But why hadn't Evangeline?

She just had the feeling. Just a smallest thought that she might find it, and that it really was more significant than that god had revealed. If the equipment he had given them was magical, then really anything was possible, and Evangeline was sick of such a boring life, a life of being in the shadows.

She whipped her head around, her senses coming back as she faded back into reality. It was pitch black outside. How hadn't she noticed? A small huff of air left Evangeline's lips in exasperation, as she packed up her items once more. She'd be walking home in the dark now, how nice.

Her sneakers clattered against the floor as she fumbled with the knapsack in the crepuscular lighting. The floorboards creaked as she pulled herself up. She paused at the door, and felt around with her callused hands, trying to find the handle. Her fingers brushed against it, but she leaped back as a squeak left her lips. Her hand had been yanked back by an imaginary force.

"Don't bother, it's locked." A voice rumbled from the depths of the musty sports shed. Evangeline squinted, but she pivoted around to see the god behind her, eerily glowing like a lantern. 

"Stop calling me that, it's not that hard to remember the name Loki." he huffed, ignoring her shock at his ability to read her mind. He slipped off of the bench, and glanced casually at his nails. 

The air turned cold. Loki looked down at her frozen figure. 

"Oh yeah," Loki mused, grinning in a sinister manner. "I've been found out for tricking random groups of kids around the country and everything into finding that little orb thing." He flicked out a hand, and Evangeline gasped in horror to see her two best friends, unconscious in a small holographic blue flame, gaunt and pallid-faced. She looked back at Loki, rage and utter confusion burning in her chest and she opened her mouth, about to explode at him.

He carelessly silenced her with a wave of his hand. "And I'm getting rid of the evidence, so it was pretty time wasting to find out you've been cooped up in this rubbish dump of a shed all day-solving the clues, I presume?" 

Loki took a step forwards, the vision of Evangeline's friends vanishing from sight. "Your turn now, sweetie."

Evangeline's lip trembled, as she stumbled back. Her eyes widened as she straightened up, gaping at the sight over Loki's shoulder.

"Principal Smith?"

Loki's head swiveled around, but as he did, a clang echoed behind him. He swayed to the side, unsteady on his feet, before his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he collapsed-revealing a quivering Evangeline with a dented shovel in her hands.

Evangeline, stepping disgustedly over the god, tried to brush herself off as her heart pounded in her chest, almost threatening to jump out. She grabbed her bag, ready to make a run for it, when something caught her eye.

A small, intricate object had fallen out of Loki's breast pocket and was glittering peculiarly in the moonlight as it lay next to him. A necklace.