
30/08/2025
๐๐๐๐ง๐จ๐ฅ๐ | ๐๐ฟ๐บ๐ผ๐๐ฟ๐ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐ง๐ฟ๐๐๐ต: ๐ช๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐น๐ถ๐ฒ๐ ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ต๐ถ๐ป๐ฑ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ณ๐ฟ๐ผ๐ป๐๐น๐ถ๐ป๐ฒ?
As people go on to their day-to-day lives, daily phenomena occur like a broken recordโworsened by what it felt like an eternal whip of fate. Imprisoned cries for truth and restrained freedom to be heard grapple to be voiced, published, posted, pinned, and captured.
In an attempt to contain voices meant to spread and be freed, their resilience for responsible and fearless journalism embodies the blaze of passion to burst the bubbles of those holding on to their seats and power.
On this day, we celebrate the National Press Freedom to honor the facets of truth and media. Their voices whir, not just to reach the mass, but to awaken people's perceptions and sentiments from deep slumber. Yet, wind whispers and it breathes hope for them. These are just some of the pieces that complete the image of a journalist.
They are the faces of relentless dedication in pursuit of truth, a model of unwavering passion despite oppression, and often the targets of oppressors to silence the weak. Still, they remain steadfastโstood firm notwithstanding the risk of their chosen trackโfor the people, for the truth.
This is not just a commemoration of their dedication of bringing news and stories, but a hallmark of our rights to speak for the truth and to stand firm for what is right.
Today, we honor the brave journalists who bet their lives in a game of who's who. We honor the people behind the cameras that bring daily news and stories. We honor the on-site journalists who wade in floodwaters and braved the storm just to deliver firsthand stories. We honor the journalists that ask fearlessly to uncover the truth behind failed promises and the ones buried that are eventually forgotten in a course of time.
We honor this day, where people slowly lit the room despite the fear of knowing and when the dawn is finally breaking after a long night of silence.
Thus, we will not be silenced again. Let your inks bleed to relive the dead truth, and those who once spoke for their rights and freedom. Let us break free from imprisoned rights to voice our sentiments and finally expose and challenge the complacency of those entrenched in power.
Let no one paint black the color of hope in aiming to be heard.
Our voices have the power to uncover the buried truth, to lit the light and see the silhouette of fraud and deception, and to awaken the hearts lulled to sleep in the cradles of lies.
As the clock works, the press is once and always will be the armour of truth. So, let your voice continue to whir and reach the lying dormant, and eventually, the wind will whisper hope for the oppressed.
๐ช๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฑ๐ ๐ฏ๐ ๐๐ป๐ป๐ฎ ๐๐ฎ๐๐ฒ ๐ฅ๐ผ๐ด๐ฎ๐น๐ฒ๐
๐๐ถ๐ด๐ถ๐๐ฎ๐น ๐๐ฟ๐ ๐ฏ๐ ๐๐๐ฎ๐ฟ ๐๐น๐ฒ๐ป๐ป ๐๐ฒ๐น๐ด๐ฎ
๐๐ฎ๐๐ผ๐๐ ๐ฏ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฟ๐บ๐ฒ๐น๐ฎ ๐ก๐ถ๐ฐ๐ผ๐น๐ฒ ๐๐ป๐ถ๐ป๐๐ผ