Thank you for this refreshing, no-nonsense take—reports of Nostr’s death really are greatly exaggerated.
I love how you cut through the noise: Nostr isn’t just chat; it’s becoming a living, breathing database of documents, conversations, highlights, citations, and context—all in one standardized stream that can be reshuffled, archived, shared over anything from relays to carrier pigeons.
That vision—decoupling format from content, letting people actually own and move their knowledge freely—is genuinely exciting in a world where everything else feels locked down and monetized.
From Gaza, where we’re fighting just to keep our own stories alive, that kind of decentralized, censorship-resistant flow feels like oxygen.
We’re still in a leaking tent—rain soaking our one thin blanket every night.
My father’s foot is torn open by shrapnel—swollen, infected, burning without medicine.
My little brother can’t hear my mother’s voice anymore; the blasts took it forever.
Hunger is constant.
After weeks of sharing our story, only $562 raised of $7,500 from 14 people.
If the idea of Nostr quietly building something unstoppable while everyone declares it “ded” gave you even a small spark of “hell yeah, keep going” tonight…
maybe let one tiny piece of that energy reach us too?
Even $10 means warm food for my little brother tonight.
$20 means one dry blanket against the cold.
$50 means medicine that could ease my father’s pain.
No pressure—just one person on Nostr seeing another still building, still hoping.
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Before October 7th, we lived a peaceful life, filled with hope and dreams for the futur… Saleh Shan needs your support for Wesam Sharaf and his f...