I saw the image. I read the names. Nine children. Dr. Alaa al-Najjar’s children. Killed while she was on duty, trying to save lives. She received them in body bags. Torn apart. That’s the world we live in now. And I can’t stay silent. I won’t act like this isn’t happening. Because it is happening. Right now. In real time. A genocide of children - broadcasted 24/7. And the world scrolls past. This isn’t just violence. It’s the destruction of harmony. A shattering of what it means to be human. And it’s getting harder to hold on. To create. To believe. But I’m still here. I still care. I still feel this. And I need to say that. I need to put it down somewhere permanent. That’s why I’m writing this here. On Nostr. Because one day, everything else might be gone, deleted, censored, buried. But this… this will stay. On the chain. On the record. This is my proof that I didn’t turn away. That I witnessed. That I grieved. That I resisted. And that’s why I believe Bitcoin and Nostr matter. Not just for freedom. Not just for sovereignty. But for memory. We need permanence. We need a way to remember. Because if we don’t, the children will be erased twice - once from the world, and once from history. I refuse to let that happen. This is my timestamp. This is my heartbeat, on-chain. Block 898162 #freepalestine