08/07/2025
๐ช๐ฒ ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ป'๐ ๐ฏ๐ผ๐ฟ๐ป ๐ณ๐ฟ๐ผ๐บ ๐ฎ ๐๐ฒ๐ด๐ฎ๐ฐ๐
In the hollow silence left by the pandemic, when the world fell apart in headlines and half-hearted Zoom calls, we came back not with confidence but with trembling hands.
Most of us had never touched the ink of journalism before. Never chased stories through tangled halls of bureaucracy, held interviews, or wrestled with deadlines.
We were rookies. Amateurs. Students with more questions than answers and a stubborn desire to understand the world and tell it, raw and unfiltered.
We began again not with certainty, but with fire.
We scoured the shadows for truths others had left behind. We poured over forgotten stories and stitched narratives from broken timelines. We wrote with our backs against the wall, in a space that often saw usโthe publicationโbut rarely acknowledged the voices that were trying to speak out. We were granted a name, a position, and an illusion of recognition. Even when our projects were cancelled and our works often left unseen, still, we stayed. Not out of duty, but out of something deeper.
Passion? Madness? The desperate belief that stories still matter? Maybe.
Even when the deadlines blurred with lectures, when we lost members to silence, or when the screens flickered and the words didn't come, we held on. When the world told us to rest, to let go, to let the spark die quietly in the corner, we didn't.
Not all of us made it. There were days where the fire had dimmed to embers. When hope felt like a myth we told ourselves over and over again just to survive. However, a few sparks, no matter how faint they were, refused to die. They flickered through the thick of it until they caught wind again.
And somehow, we lived.
We lived to see stories rise again. To see our names printed on paperโfragile, temporary, but real. We lived to uncover truths hidden beneath layers of indifference. We lived to learn, grow, and rise, perhaps not as professionals, but as people who cared. People who showed up.
We are not just chasing facts. We are reaching from what's beyond them. We are after the unspoken, the uncomfortable, and the buried.
We are Unleashed, not because we are untouchable, but because we dared to tear through the chains that tried to keep us down.
For the truth and what's beyond, this is only the beginning.
Illustration | Ernaldo Quiro
