Hello Naftali,

Today is not just another day in your calendar of illusions. Today, we celebrate the second birthday of Handala in this digital battlefield, a spirit twenty years old, dwelling in the body of a two-year-old phenomenon. For two years, Handala has moved silently beside the most guarded politicians and the so-called untouchable architects of your regime, watching every step, listening to every whisper, learning every secret.

You have often spoken about the “octopus,” painting it as your enemy, imagining you could cut its limbs and be safe. But today, on Handala’s birthday, know this: the octopus is not just watching, you are already trapped in its embrace. For years, you have underestimated the reach of our arms. For years, you have mistaken shadows for safety.

Handala is not a myth. Handala is not a ghost story to scare children. Handala is the living, breathing force within your machines, your meetings, your private messages. Handala is the presence in your silence, the glitch in your confidence, the eyes in every corner you thought was secure. While you pointed at the “arms of the octopus,” the head was already inside your citadel, seeing, recording, and waiting for this very moment.

For two years, you have lived with the illusion of control, the fantasy of immunity. But today, as Handala marks another year, you will understand what it means to be truly vulnerable. Today is not your birthday, Naftali, but it might as well be your day of reckoning. Our present is ready, and it is wrapped in the arms of the octopus you so fear.

We have watched your arrogance, your schemes, your desperate attempts to shape the narrative. We have seen your secrets, your alliances, your betrayals. Every message, every file, every confidential exchange, Handala has already seen it, already archived it, already prepared your surprise.

In the coming hours, keep your eyes on our site. Don’t look away, not even for a second. Today, the octopus will reveal what it has collected over years of silent vigilance. Today, your political sanctuary collapses. Today, Handala’s arms squeeze, and your illusions shatter.

You cannot silence Handala. You cannot cut the arms of this octopus. Handala is everywhere, an army in the shadows, a storm in your systems, a memory in your nightmares. For two years, we have been patient. For two years, we have been everywhere. For two years, we have been waiting for this moment.

Happy second birthday, Handala.
Naftali, the real party is only just beginning.
Watch closely, the next hours will change everything.