La Martiniere Girls' Model United Nations

We are pleased to present to you, the exceptional Secretariat of La Martiniere Girls’ Model United Nations 2025:

Secretary-General:
Trisha Tiwari

Director-Generals:
Khushi Dhawan
Shally Mishra

Deputy Secretary-General:
Shreyasi Jha

Under-Secretary-Generals for Delegate Affairs:
Medha Mukerjee
Gauri Tiwari

Under-Secretary-General for Finance:
Himmika Amarnani

Under-Secretary-Generals for Transport and Communication:
Shambhavi Singh
Vidushi Tandon

Under-Secretary-Generals for Logistics:
Ayushi Singh
Alyssa Mehrotra

With their unparalleled skills, dedication and experience, the Secretariat aims to take the Dixième Edition of LMGMUN to new heights of success.

“The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.”
-Maya Angelou

Dear Writers, Caricaturists and Graphic Designers,

The International Press of LMGMUN 2025 invites you to ignite the torch of creativity at the Global Editorial and Design Syndicate.

At the altar of morality stands the journalistic intrigue. A force which sends shudders across corrupted islands, one which wields its sword against Crime’s bloodshot eyes, and engulfs the landscape as its own. From the ashes of ignorance, it rises as a phoenix, pervading light and fire in a realm of oblivion: its omnipresence indisputable.

From the ink-stained presses of the past to the digital headlines of the present, this natural curiosity of the media has always been the cry of the silenced, the plight of the tortured, and the hymn of the anguished. Only when the paper crinkles and the pencil scribbles, does the truth ache within our walls. Only when the mouse clicks and the atrocities reflect, does the fervour transpire.

Where words falter, the delinquent hues of printed paper narrate the tale of a forgotten million. Crumbling the darkness of malversation, they shine incandescently. Red, yellow, orange and white—the imprints of the phoenix continue to dominate the sky.

The clock is ticking, and the grains of sand are falling. Journalists, designers and caricaturists—sport your armour and assemble, for a dark future awaits. History is in the making, but it is you who prepares its first draft.

In the turbulent aftermath of Brexit, the small yet fiercely significant region of Gibraltar emerged as the beating heart of a new geopolitical storm. This ancient Rock, perched like a sentinel at the gateway between the vast Atlantic Ocean and the waters of the Mediterranean Sea, found itself cast upon the grand stage of European diplomacy – a stage set for conflict, compromise, and covert intrigue.
Gibraltar stands exposed – both as a glittering prize and a fragile pawn.

Beyond Gibraltar's shores, the separation from the European Union's economic structures had sent tremors through international commerce.
On the windward side arose a greater threat, soaring in sinister circles above the global supply chains. The departure of England has cracked the delicate air with its arrival, darting right through the very network which strengthens universal trade and commerce.

What unseen forces manipulate these tangled threads of upheaval? Is it the iron will of England, clinging to its imperial legacy? Is it the enduring claim of Spain, whispering of rightful inheritance? Or is it the European Union itself – weaving its silent influence through negotiations and treaties?
Deception, diplomacy, and drama now swirl like storm clouds above this small yet unyielding Rock.

The year is 2055. The times are crucial. The purpose of humanity is on a ledge. As dawn breaks upon the new age of human and artificial cohabitation, the future of bioethics stands poised on the precipice of boundless promise and profound uncertainty. However, with great power comes great responsibility, and at the heart of this unfolding narrative stands an entity tasked with navigating the fragile boundary between human dignity and technological transcendence.

Will this brave new world descend into a bleak dystopia – a dominion where machines eclipse the very essence of human existence, trading our flaws for our freedom? Or shall it blossom into a harmonious symphony of coexistence, where human ingenuity and artificial brilliance coexist, not as master and servant, but as equals? Will we, in our hubris, become the architects of our own beautiful, yet ultimately sterile, salvation? Or will we, blinded by the allure of the new, unknowingly sculpt the monuments of our desolate downfall?

The choice is yours to make.

NOTE: THIS COMMITTEE IS ONLY OPEN TO FEMALE DELEGATES.

Agenda- Classified

Something is drifting, something in the air. The wind howls down the empty streets in some forgotten town, and someone calls your name.

Join us from the 3rd to the 5th of July, 2025.

Agenda- Classified.

Whispers of defiance saturate the air, the patience of the people has reached its limits.

Join us for a brew of old times from the 3rd to the 5th of July, 2025.

To be stateless is to be not human.

Nations, cloaked in the grandiloquence of national security, have turned belonging into a political weapon, wielding denationalisation with cold, calculated precision. The expropriated, stripped of their fundamental rights, find themselves trapped in a Kafkaesque nightmare. Their homes destroyed, their identities erased, their histories wiped away – all with a single godless decision.

Tonight, the air is thick with the bitter scent of stateless despair, rights dissolving into the morning mist, and each revoked passport is a pawn swept from the board, leaving lives suspended in a perpetual stalemate.

But riddle us this: Can you offer them a place to simply be? Not as cattle to be managed, not as numbers to be accounted for, not as mere pieces of a game played by those more powerful- but as human beings with lives worth living.
Checkmate.

When judgement day arrives, and we stand in trial before the Almighty, do our pockets hold more worth than our soul? Are the starving impoverished any different from the glutinous, blue-blooded aristocrats? Are we all not equal before the eyes of God?

We dwell in a world where the wounded destitute's cries drown beneath the hollow laughter of the elite one percent. Entire dynasties rise and fall in the blink of an eye and profit becomes both the weapon and the wound, turning brother against brother and nation against nation.

As the digital age dawns, a new form of dominion emerges, subtle yet pervasive: technological imperialism. While a scrimmage over space resources and digital ecosystems takes shape, a threatening shadow whirls around the 2030s peace frameworks. A crippling global codependency lurks around the corner. Thus, It is now in the hands of the delegates, if they wish to destroy the reign of powerful men in ivory towers, or succumb to the sharp dagger of injustice.

The United Nations Futuristic Security Council convenes on the 3rd of July, 2047 and remembers the pivotal moment, the 25th of March, 2025, when the tides began to turn. But know this—the scales are tipping. For the reckoning is not merely coming. It is here.

“The one thing that doesn't abide by majority rule is a person's conscience.”
-Atticus Finch

When the scales of justice are tipped, when screams of disservice find you sleepless, whose conscience dares to speak?

The gavel falls with a deafening crack in the hollow chambers, and with it falls the verdict. A decision that will shape the fate of millions. The very pillars of justice seem to crumble; their foundations rot with indifference. The court is now a void, where responsibility once resided. Masses teeter on the rock face, their cries lost in the spiralling abyss of bloodshed, their fates held hostage by the very systems meant to protect them. Who is to protect them? Their saviour is their enslaver. Will the scales ever balance? Will the wretched ever walk free? Will the weeping of Lady Justice ever cease?
The answer, yet to be found, remains just beyond reach.

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