Unbearable grief. Two and a half years of just unbearable, immeasurable all-consuming grief.
We bid farewell to a heavy, painful year—one that broke our hearts beyond endurance and took from us the best among us.
We lost our brave journalists, who carried the truth on their shoulders and paid for it with their lives.
Each had a story unfinished, a simple dream of life: a safe home, a morning without bombs.
They wrote with their bodies what the world refused to read, giving their lives for an honest word.
They are gone, but their voices endure, their names shining in a time that tried—and failed—to silence the truth.
We step into a new year, burdened by loss, yet more faithful to their message: never to be silent, never to forget.