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"Ang tao’y ipinanganak na malaya, at walang dapat magtangkang agrabyado sa kanyang kalayaan." Source: Imagella.com MAKATA. VOL 1. ISSUE 1

FROM THE RUINS OF OPPRESSION: RIZAL, THE UNYIELDINGLEGACY MAKATA. VOL 1. ISSUE 1 José Protasio Rizal Mercado y Alonso Realonda is one of the most treasured figures in Philippine history. He was a multi-faceted intellectual and a political activist, known for his political writings that inspired the Philippine revolution which ultimately led to his execution by the Spanish colonizers. Contrary to the intentions of the Spaniards, Rizal's death only strengthened the movement towards revolution. Outraged by the death of the time’s revered icon, a sense of national consciousness awakened the Filipinos as they rallied for independence through a revolution that would eventually end the Spanish control in the Philippines. A true martyr, Rizal spoke out for injustice when others were complacent, blind, and grossly contented. His ideas perpetuated a national identity for the Philippines, a new concept in Asia, then under colonial rule. He forwarded his beliefs through his wits and quill even up to his untimely death. It's as if telling fire not to burn. The man who only breathed in the world for 35 years, is the same man who offered his last breath for the emancipation of his fellow countrymen. He gave up his own just for the people to live. To his patients he gave sight, and to his country he gave vision. Rizal has become a symbol of the Philippine struggle for independence and is known as the national hero. Since then, Rizal's martyrdom has been celebrated every 30th of December. Here’s to the torchbearer of the Filipinos' outlook on liberty and nationalism! While the Philippines suffered a tremendous loss with the death of such an intellectual giant, he nevertheless became a legacy. Cherished by those who believed in his ideals, the cause for liberty has never been more enraging.

TABLE OF CONTENTS 1 2 3 4 5 6 JUAN CRISOSTOMO IBARRA MARIA CLARA DE LOS SANTOS ELIAS NARCISA DOÑA VICTORINA DE ESPADAÑA LOOKING BACK: RIZAL ANATOMY 7 LOOKING HERE AND NOW: RIZAL ANATOMY MAKATA. VOL 1. ISSUE 1

12 TABLE OF CONTENTS 8 9 10 11 SIMOUN BASILIO KABESANG TALES ISAGANI PAULITA GOMEZ 13JULIANA DE DIOS 14 MAGAZINE TEAM: WHO THEY ARE AND THEIR CONTRIBUTIONS MAKATA. VOL 1. ISSUE 1

What does it take to be a Man? CRISOSTOMOIBARRA How does one become a man? Does it call for a good and sinewy physique? One that is indispensably seen as strapping and robust, capable of dispensing emotions and affectionate. Is this what makes a man? His principles behind his built, ardors concealed by strength? Well, throughout time, this has become the imprinted definition labeled against men. Yet, while widely accepted, Crisostomo Ibarra stands firm in defiance of what it takes to be a man. Juan Crisostomo Ibarra y Magsalin has always held high regard for education after spending his time in Europe, studying political dynamics, science, and philosophy. All of these have become his groundwork for creating change in his country, which has been dumbfounded by corrupt practices. He strongly believed that it is not through force that paves the way for change, but rather through education which spearheads the furtherance of one’s country. It is then visible how Ibarra was so patriotic that he used his education as an advantage to lobby the interests of his community. Furthermore, it is not only here where his ideals drub over the machismo, but as well as his vulnerability and affection towards her love for his partner, Maria Clara. Seeing how faithful he was, he was willing to defy the odds even at the expense of his life. He even was able to come back, hoping that her only love never fades and wanes. In the contemporary setting, men are still often defined as having a strong physique and impassive emotions. This has been the standard that once not tailed, one then becomes less of a man. But is this really what makes a man? So narrow that we are settling at the bare minimum, much as how we get to sort out presidents, senate, and leaders who do not even have the intellectual capacity and the values to serve its people. Is this then what makes a man? Garbed only with physique, status, and impassiveness? If so… then I don’t want to become one. "Mahal ko ang aking bayan pagka’t utang ko rito at magiging utang pa ang aking kaligayahan. "

MARIACLARA ••• ••••• In the cobblestone streets, she strides, A vision of beauty, where grace abides. With raven-black hair and eyes deep and true, She dreams of a love that's bold and new. In halls adorned with opulent grace, She moves with poise, yet yearns to embrace A world beyond the confines of duty, Where love blooms wild, untamed, and free. Her spirit dances to a secret tune, A melody that whispers beneath the moon. For Maria Clara, with a heart so brave, Longs for a love that will never cave. Though bound by tradition's ancient hold, Her dreams soar high, fearless, and bold. In her eyes, a fire burns bright, A balefire of hope in the darkest night. Maria Clara, a soul aflame, In her heart, she carries her name. A symbol of love, passion, and grace, Forever remembered in time's embrace. Maria Clara The modern Maria Clara is a fusion of Filipino women across eras, embodying solid values and self-awareness. She adeptly utilizes her intellect and talents in diverse spheres, from household management to governance, enriching society along the way. While Maria Clara's character may not suffice as a role model today, contemporary Filipinas, like Risa Hontiveros, exemplify not just beauty and grace, but also strength and courage. They fearlessly champion causes, challenging norms and advocating for justice. This change shows how strong Filipina women are, overcoming old limits to build a future where they're empowered and resilient. These new breeds of Filipina carry the essence of Maria Clara – a blend of tradition and innovation, grace and determination. Rewriting MariaClara “Ako'y kilala sa lipunan, hinahangaan ng marami dahil sa taglay ng aking kagandahan at isang simbolo ng tunay na Pilipino."

ELIAS Minsan, mapanlinlang ang mga bituin. Bibihagin ka sa kanyang ning-ning, Na tila kay tagal nang nawaglit. Ngunit natagpuang muli, Aalayan ka ng pangakong pakikipag-isa, Sasanayin ka sa mumunting kislap. Ngunit kikilalaning lupa, Hindi kasing tayog ng palasyo ang iyong kinatatayuan. Walang kalayaan sa kastilyong sarado sa katotohanan. Subalit sa di kalauna’y, Hindi ka mamumukadkad ayon saiyang nais. Babalik ka sa pagiging binhi, Alipin ka ng lupang iyong iwinaksi, Alipin ka ng lupang tinatawag mong tahanan. Walang sing panganib ang pagkukubli, Walang sing lupit ang mga busal sa bibig. Na uhaw sa pag bulalas ng karaliktaan, Mga kuwento ng pagtalikod, Sa mga kasanayan. Nasanay na kami rito! Sambit ng mga nakapusas, Na nag-aakalang sila’y maililigtas, Wala tayong takas! “Mamamatay akong hindi nakikita ang bukangliwayway sa aking lupang tinubuan. Kayong mga makakakita, batiin ninyo siya at huwag kalimutan ang mga nasawi sa dilim ng gabi!” “BULALAS SA LIKOD NG SALAKOT” Dilat ang mga mata, Ngunit bulag sa kamalayan. Tinatanggi ang dapat na tinatangi, Tinatakpan ang dapat na masilayan’. Namasdan na ang kasukdulan, Saksi sa kadiliman. At unti-unting kamatayan, Sa sariling pagkakakilanlan. Dahan-dahang pagkalagas, Ng salitang nagpupumiglas. Piring! Sandata! Panangga! Sa ayaw makita, Sa hindi inaasahang masilayan. Kapirasong tela, Takip! Sa inosenteng mga matang, Sinukoan na ang pagsang-ayon. Luhang pumapatak, Dugong nagkalat, Nalalapnos na balat. Unti-unting pagyakap sa dilim, Hindi ako isang lihim! Ang mga Filipino ay hindi isang lihim! Mayroon pa kayang lunas? O di kaya’y tayo na lamang ay lilipas, mahal kong Pilipinas?

SISAD O Y O U H E A RMga anak ko? Basilio! Crispin! Mga anak ko, nasaan na kayo? As the howling descant of air covered the gloomy trail of the woods, Shhh...do you hear that? An eerie shriek resonated not from afar. Shivers crawled as the dead of night loomed over a bellowing cry. With every scream gradually intensifying, one finds mourning over a forlorn memoir. Do you hear her? Do you hear Sisa? The woman who lingers comfort at the darkness of the eventide? The woman whose mind became lost and whose soul died? Emerged from a modest life, Sisa had nothing in mind but to provide a good living for her two children, Crispin and Basilio. Yet, this dream was tied to the grip of her abusive husband whose child witnessed the violence inflicted upon her. More so she accepted violence, not knowing that it would be in the same fate of her child's bearing. When her children were accused of theft and subsequently dispatched, it was as if she, too, died. Sisa takes in the form of Sunshine Diaz whom was abused physically by her partner and has undergone mental therapy. Thus, like Sisa, Diaz is only one of every four Filipino women domestically abused by their husbands as determined by the Philippines Statistics Authority (PSA). Women have long dealt with violence yet up to now, more Sisas exist and suffer from the mendacity of society and the tyranny of patriarchy. Shhh... can you hear that? Can you hear the lamentations of the Sisas today, intertwined with the cries of every woman and the echoes of despair? Can you hear their bemoans longing for respite? Or much like others, you chose to turn a deaf ear to injustice? Now who's the crazy here?

D O N Y A V I C T O R I N A T H E X E N O C E N T R I C S O C I A L C L I M B E R Depicted in the novel as vain, arrogant, spiteful, and a social climber, Donya Victorina is relentless in her pursuit of social status. She impresses the public with her jewelry, dresses, and especially her head plenty of curls, and her face painted with an abundance of whitening cosmetics to elevate her appearance and distance herself from her Filipino native roots. Ultimately, her prestige and delusions of grandeur led her to look down upon indigenous Filipino traditions, and she speaks in Spanish reflecting her desire to emulate European sophistication. H e r cha r a c t e r i s ti c s such a s e x c e s s i v e us e of cosme ti c s and the a ff e c tion of Europe an manne r i sms pe r s i s t toda y with Filipinos be ing addi c t ed to produc t s tha t li ght en skin color whi ch a r e manif e s t a tions of ins e cur it y and de s i r e to fit in with the coloni a l e lit e . Mor e impor t antl y , many Filipinos toda y l a ck appr e c i a tion for dome s ti c a ll y manuf a c tur ed produc t s– the like s of St a rbucks & Loui s Vuitton a r e mor e de s i r abl e for Filipinos . O ft en the O r i g ina l Pinoy Mus i c i s i gnor ed for a for e i gn s ing e r like Ta y lor Swift. With the t r end of TikTok, c a s e s of cultur a l appropr i a tion we r e made by Filipino influenc e r s . The r e for e , a s t rong s ens e of s e lf- root edne s s in one ' s cultur a l ba ckg round prov ide s a founda tion for pe r sona l g rowth and a chi e v ement. Then, and onl y then, we t rul y lov e our s e l v e s . "I to n g m g a i n d io n a i to, h i n d i m a n l a n g m a r u n o n g m a g b i g a y p u g a y s a a t i n . T a y o' y m a s n a k a k a a n g a t k a y s a s a k a n i l a k a y a ' y d a p a t a y m a g p u g a y si l a p a r a s a a t i n " Doña Victorina serves as a satirical representation of the colonial mentality. Her character underscores Rizal's critique of the cultural inferiority complex fostered by the detrimental effects of colonialism. Despite her outward displays of confidence and arrogance, she harbors deep-seated insecurities about her identity and place in society.

Dr. Jose Protasio Rizal Mercado y Alonso Realonda, an indomitable spirit whose words ignited the Filipinos’ national consciousness, remains a lighthouse for the Philippines’ outlook on freedom and nationalism. Yet, the question lies in the immortality of his legacy. In the face of time, how are his principles visible in today’s youth? Principl e s in the Face of Time THE ANATOMY OF JOSE RIZAL:

ANATORIZAlthough living in a country attuned to the symphony of suffering, Rizal was not deaf to the wails of his oppressed, and exploited fellow countrymen. Rizal was a great listener to the pleading hearts of the meek. While he heard a call to arms of a nation thirsty for salvation, Rizal decided it was best to listen to the demands of rationality and compassion combined. Although living in a country attuned to the symphony of suffering, Rizal was not deaf to the wails of his oppressed, and exploited fellow countrymen. Rizal was a great listener to the pleading hearts of the meek. While he heard a call to arms of a nation thirsty for salvation, Rizal decided it was best to listen to the demands of rationality and compassion combined. His eyes, like unyielding gateways that bore witness to the dreadful realities of his time, were not fearful but rather awake in finding the cure to the griefs of the Filipinos. Rizal remained dedicated to his conception of a Philippine fatherland where the people would someday see themselves as Filipinos unfettered with the chains of the colonizers. His eyes, like unyielding gateways that bore witness to the dreadful realities of his time, were not fearful but rather awake in finding the cure to the griefs of the Filipinos. Rizal remained dedicated to his conception of a Philippine fatherland where the people would someday see themselves as Filipinos unfettered with the chains of the colonizers. Rizal is more than just a writer but a vocal propagandist. His sharp tongue and quick wits forwarded political and social reforms in Spain’s policies, hoping for a country where tolerance and liberty are put on a pedestal by a civil government. Rizal was a debater in public discussions, like a prophet espousing the fount of Enlightenment ideals. Rizal is more than just a writer but a vocal propagandist. His sharp tongue and quick wits forwarded political and social reforms in Spain’s policies, hoping for a country where tolerance and liberty are put on a pedestal by a civil government. Rizal was a debater in public discussions, like a prophet espousing the fount of Enlightenment ideals. While still young, Rizal’s hands were destined to write history. From his poems, songs, and novels that later became the building blocks for national sentiment, these hands dared to touch the ill sides of the Spanish rule. Touch Me Not, as his novel’s title says, yet he dared to. Interests were hurt, and Rizal had to pay with his life for it. While still young, Rizal’s hands were destined to write history. From his poems, songs, and novels that later became the building blocks for national sentiment, these hands dared to touch the ill sides of the Spanish rule. Touch Me Not, as his novel’s title says, yet he dared to. Interests were hurt, and Rizal had to pay with his life for it. The feet that traversed the world exemplified Rizal’s dedication to finishing his education. While wandering in Europe, foreign influence was suppressed as he remained steadfast in keeping his identity. Rizal was in search of a cure for his ill country. These are the feet that took him across the world, and, ironically, the same feet that dragged him to his resting place. The feet that traversed the world exemplified Rizal’s dedication to finishing his education. While wandering in Europe, foreign influence was suppressed as he remained steadfast in keeping his identity. Rizal was in search of a cure for his ill country. These are the feet that took him across the world, and, ironically, the same feet that dragged him to his resting place.

MY OF ZAL Sun’s out, shades on! These sunglasses have become a necessity. With lenses that protect the eyes from the sunlight yet drape the realities in close to pitchblack hue, the shades exemplified the distorted truths perceived by this Rizal to the sunbathed problems of the world. The eyes only have regard for self-comfort, hiding from life’s cruel realities. Sun’s out, shades on! These sunglasses have become a necessity. With lenses that protect the eyes from the sunlight yet drape the realities in close to pitchblack hue, the shades exemplified the distorted truths perceived by this Rizal to the sunbathed problems of the world. The eyes only have regard for self-comfort, hiding from life’s cruel realities. This earpiece gushes out melodies crafted by the world’s adored artists. It is often used to avoid dealing with people or as an aid from the dramas of life. This became a needed support system, letting the Rizals know that they were heard. An over-the-counter device for seclusion, it made this Rizal alarmingly comfortable in the face of those who are disturbed. This earpiece gushes out melodies crafted by the world’s adored artists. It is often used to avoid dealing with people or as an aid from the dramas of life. This became a needed support system, letting the Rizals know that they were heard. An over-the-counter device for seclusion, it made this Rizal alarmingly comfortable in the face of those who are disturbed. A machine that’s quick to call out others and selectively kind, this Rizal only speaks for convenience. At times, his words are aimed at trivial things, spitting toys and knives to be “in” the trend yet completely numb and mute in the face of injustice. This is the mouth of a Rizal that is built to produce echoes and unwanted noise. A machine that’s quick to call out others and selectively kind, this Rizal only speaks for convenience. At times, his words are aimed at trivial things, spitting toys and knives to be “in” the trend yet completely numb and mute in the face of injustice. This is the mouth of a Rizal that is built to produce echoes and unwanted noise. Drenched in sweat and the thirst to prove oneself, the I.D. is a testimony to sleepless nights and breakdowns of this Rizal. The desire to finish a degree and land a decentpaying job is a consequence of the ill-governed country whose people continuously live in a cycle of anxiety an social injustice. This Rizal’s main motivation is the attainment of personal dreams. Drenched in sweat and the thirst to prove oneself, the I.D. is a testimony to sleepless nights and breakdowns of this Rizal. The desire to finish a degree and land a decentpaying job is a consequence of the ill-governed country whose people continuously live in a cycle of anxiety an social injustice. This Rizal’s main motivation is the attainment of personal dreams. Shine, shimmer, glimmer! Adored for its aesthetics but not for its admonitions, this watch has lost its purpose. Time could’ve reminded this Rizal of “what once was” and “what will be”. While others held this to keep the demands of urgency at bay, others have lost regard for the lessons of the past as they focus on their aspirations. Shine, shimmer, glimmer! Adored for its aesthetics but not for its admonitions, this watch has lost its purpose. Time could’ve reminded this Rizal of “what once was” and “what will be”. While others held this to keep the demands of urgency at bay, others have lost regard for the lessons of the past as they focus on their aspirations.

Ang pagpapaumanhin ay hindi laging kabaitan, siya’y kasamaan pag nag- uudyok sa paniniil. Walang mang- aalipin doon sa walang napaaalipin. SIMOUN Impenitente I am vengeance incarnate to architects of decay. I carry retribution for the people in disarray. Corruption birthed me from who once was pure. Yet my verdict has been passed with bloodshed as the cure. I am a living paradox; a puppeteer I must say. With both corrupt culprits and victims, It is through the same thing they can be saved. ‘Fire and steel to the cancer, chastisement to vice,’ Revenge will not fail me; revolts must arise! I mourn for my losses and untended pain, As I now secretly walk with daggers for Spain! For the failed revolutions, my Clara, and the people I love. I’m an author of separatist conspiracy hated from above. Yet amid all my plans, my Author knew better. Failure of a band born from amor propio is a no-brainer. Today’s privileged believe there are other ways to save, But we are vengeance incarnate who rose from the grave. I am a burning legacy, a sentiment of today’s oppressed. To those whose breakfast is injustice and supper’s unrest. Those whom my Author warned about the call of arms, ‘Tis a reminder that the right to revolt becomes a duty in the face of harm. I am today’s revolutionaries, a spirit in deep slumber to some.

B A S I L I O Basilio, Kasuklaman Mo Ang Katiwalian Labis na ang tiniis namin! Basilio, hindi mapagpatawad ang mundo, Ni sa’yong noo’y anak-dalita’t musmos lamang. Mang-aapi ang mang-aapi, at maaapi, Ang ‘di lumalabang ‘di makapanlaban. Basilio, walang awa ang abusado, Ni sa’yong kumakaripas na’t nadadapa. Walang alinlangan kanilang pagputok ng baril, Walang mintis kanilang paghagupit ng mga bala. Ngunit kahit sa paggapang mo sa dusa’t hirap, Habang sila’y nananamantala’t nakahiga sa kanilang mga yaman, Nanatili kang umaasa sa mabuti, Minimithi’t sinisikap ang maaliwalas na kinabukasan. Ngunit sa kabila ng iyong mga pagkatalo’t pasakit, Habang sila’y bahin-bahing pinapaburan, Nagawa mong kimkimin na lamang iyong pagkamuhi, ‘Di magawang tumbasan ng dahas ang dahas. Sindak, dalamhati, ngitngit, at poot, Basilio, mga inaapi, nararapat kayong magalit. Damhin itong mga pandaraya’t hinanakit, Magnais ng katarungan sa’yong mga hilahil. Basilio, kabataan, kasuklaman mo ang katiwalian, Pumalahaw ka para sa mga sinisiil. Itaas mo iyong mga karapatan—ng mga tinatapaka’t ibinababa, Kabataan, ikaw ay pag-asa ng bayan! Ang karunungan ay siyang walang pagkatapos, siyang kagalingan ng katauhan, lalong laganap sa daigdig.

Tila ako’y nawalan ng bibig na magagamit upang ipahayag ang aking saloobin. Tila nawalan ako ng karapatang ipagtanggol ang sarili sapagkat binabayaran ko buhat sa sariling bulsa ang mga nakatalang hindi nakapagbayad. Ang kabutihan ko’y naging kamatayan ng mga pangarap ko. K A B E S A N G T A L E S A farmer loves his land for he paid it dearly with his family's blood and grief. Yet all was for naught. For no matter how much love is there, it will always be helpless in the void of great greed. A Native's Battlecry In the land of the ancient Sun, to the haven of liberty, Priests rally in numbers with crosses, preaching deceitful decrees. To where my hands gave the soil its needs, To where these beings walk with greed. Oh heaven, we swear what we thought was salvation, Is anything but a remorseless retribution. I am a dutiful father of three, Dawns and dusks pillared my family. Cultivating what has always been ours, Yet is now slowly taken by the friars. My heart ached for the scourged natives, The first tillers on the heartlands of nature. But stolen were our blood, tears, and sweat, By faith that kills every doubtful creature With the dreading mourns resonating in the present, To the breadth of the marginalized living torment. With no bounds of hope and faith, One finds free, yes, but still feels in a cage. Up in the Highlands where the natives call, On the Meadows where the growers plain for. Captive to the laden of the lamenting squall of despair, Where all are entwined in the unscrupulous hands that ensnare. In the land of the ancient Sun, to the haven of liberty, Long before the priests deceive with their decrees. Now, the republic feasts on the frail and vulnerable, To those at the Mount mourning by negligence, To those at the meadows buried by ignorance. Oh heaven, is this what they call salvation? When the land of the Sun rises for liberty, But wryly sets an expense for humanity.

Once Upon A Time, There Was Us Yet, within the confines of her fairytale love story, Paulita found herself amid a personal dilemma when she had her heart ensnared by the written-by-a-woman love interest of a poet named Isagani. Being with Isagani, Paulita began to see herself beyond her pre-determined destiny. The liberty she felt with Isagani was, however, short-lived. The mere thought of not being pampered by the luxuries her social reality afforded her was unfathomable. Degrading the character of Paulita due to her being “high maintenance” should be debunked. It is an oversimplification of her internal struggle of being torn between societal expectations and the practicality of life. P AUL I T AGOME ZRight Love at the Wrong Time: Paulita Gomez is a vision of mesmerizing beauty that charmed bachelors so easily, including the sought-after Juanito Pelaez from an influential family. Thus, the engagement of the two was a well-sorted topic, casting them as the “celebrity couple” of their era. Paulitas’ decisions were tainted with regrets that haunted her whole being, just like Kyosu who chose to be the man who cannot be moved. It was the right love at the wrong time indeed. The novel mirrored the realities of life and one is that sometimes ‘love’, however profound, does not always keep us alive. In reality, such a situation is similar to the tragic love story of the viral ex-couple Kyosu and Jaja known from the segment ‘ExPecially For You’. The financial gap caused the lovers’ break up, although admitting their affection for each other even after severing ties.

ISAGANI T h e I d e a l i s t B e t r a y e d b y L o v e Isagani is one of the main characters in Jose Rizal's book "El Filibusterismo.” He is described as an idealistic and passionate young man who is madly in love with Padre Florentino's niece, Paulita Gomez. In the harsh world that the story portrays, his persona represents hope and change since he personifies the spirit of idealism, youth, and patriotism. Isagani resonates clearly with Sen. Leila De Lima in her given case. While De Lima pushed through strong advocacies and ideals, she contrarily found herself tied with a drug trade controversy, straining her relationship with “Dayan.” As De Lima was drawn into Dayan, never had she foreseen that he would turn against her and spin-off negating lies, leaving her disrupted at the cellar of a love’s betrayal. Unlike other characters in the book, Isagani’s persona exemplifies what it is to be morally upright and noble. However, despite standing firm for what he believes is right, he weakly crumbles to his knees as love proves him wrong. When Paulita was married to Juanito, Isagani’s hope turned into an unwaning betrayal of the woman whom he saw a future with. “ N a b u l a g s a p a n g - a k i t n g p a g - i b i g , n a p a g k a m a l a n n a a n g m g a i l u s y o n a y k a t o t o h a n a n , u p a n g m a g i s i n g l a m a n g s a m a l u p i t n a l i w a n a g n g p a g k a k a n u l o . ” Throughout the story, Isagani is depicted as a fervent supporter of progress and reform. He is a member of the student organization, which aims to bring about positive change in society. Isagani's idealism is evident in his unwavering belief in the power of education and enlightenment to uplift his fellow citizens from poverty and oppression.

J U L I Maagang nawala ang ina at babaeng kapatid niya, Ngunit nanatili s iyang matatag at mabuting dalaga. Nariyang dinakip ang kaniyang ama at walang pagdadalawang i s ip na tinubos niya, Gamit ang alahas na meron s iya nang sa gayo'y makalaya. Tinii s ang natatanggap na pangmamaliit mula sa mayayaman, Dahil sa i s ip s ila'y mas makapangyarihan. Nagpaalipin sa mayamang s i Hermana Penchang, Para lamang sa halagang limangdaan. Handang lumapit sa i sang padreng may hindi magandang reputasyon para lang makalaya ang katipan, I sang padreng tinangka s iyang gawan ng masama. At dahil doo'y mas pinili niya na lamang ang lahat ay wakasan, Kaysa mabaon sa kahihiyan sa piling ng i sang mapanlinlang na nilalang. Hindi ko lubos mai s ip paano niya nakayanan, Na i sakripi syo ang lahat para sa kanyang mga minamahal. Kahit ubos na ubos na s iya, Hindi s iya nagreklamo. Na kahit walang-wala na s iya, Inuuna niya pa rin ang kapakanan ng iba Ibig kong sabihin, hindi naman iba ang pamilya, Pero humahanga ako sa kayang gawin ng i sang Juliana. Siguro ganoon nga talaga, Lahat gagawin mo para sa pamilya. Maubos ka man at nakayapak na lumalakad na lamang sa maputik na lupa, Sasabihin mo sa sarili, " Itoy' kaya pa" Sinasalamin sa karakter niya ang es tado ng kababaihan sa ating lipunan, I sa sa mga babaeng tinanggalan ng kalayaan at karapatan. Hindi pantay, Hindi patas ! May mataas , May mababa, May nakalalamang At patuloy na nasa laylayan. . “Mas gugustuhin ko pang mamatay kaysa mapagsamantalahan ng isang makapangyarihan”

GROUP MEMBERS Teatro & Co. [Some of the behind the scenes photos]

Teatro & Co. [Some of the behind the scenes photos]

Jea Murillo Esther Grace Puno Elchie Mae Sutana James Rannde Siago Nicole Margaret Monterona Kylie Denise Romanillos Mayraflor Tamayo Schuselle Rayno Ceejay Torres Roscel Kent Vios Team Contributions Teatro & Co. PHOTOGRAPHER LAYOUT ARTISTS CONTENT WRITERS & WORKS MODELS AND WARDROBE SUPERVISORS Sasha Roi Sumaylo Sasha Roi Sumaylo Nathalee Zaragoza Nicole Tabaquero Christine Nissi Yee Ceejay Torres Roscel Kent Vios Red Jazon Zaide Ariel Taduran Jea Murillo Ronnel Angelo Olaier Elchie Mae Sutana Roscel Kent Vios Esther Grace Puno Blair Ygay James Rannde Siago Nathalee Zaragoza Nicole Velayo Marigold Yangyang Mayraflor Tamayo Paulita Donya Victorina Elias Isagani Basilio Maria Clara Juli Introductory Page Sisa, Ibarra, Kabesang Tales & Isagani Anatomy of Rizal, Simoun & Kabesang Tales