More Than a Friend Request

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I have always believed

A friendship is more than a click,

More than a glowing screen at night.

It lives in voices, laughter, and quiet moments

Where hearts recognize one another.


Across the digital streets of Facebook,

I once watched people gather like neighbors

In a vast town square-

Sharing birthdays, memories, small victories,

And the simple magic of everyday life.


Through the dream of Meta,

The world seemed to move a little closer,

Where distant families felt near,

And strangers sometimes became

Beautiful stories in our lives.


But today, as I scroll through endless feeds,

I see shadows moving between the words-

Fake stories drifting like digital ash,

Profiles without faces,

Truth struggling to be heard.


Sometimes the screen becomes a battlefield.

Sharp comments replace conversation,

And cyberbullying hides behind usernames,

Turning words into silent wounds.


What was meant to connect us

Sometimes threatens the very hearts

It promised to bring together.


I pause and wonder

If we forgot the human

Behind every profile picture.


Still, I hold on to a simple belief:

A request is only the beginning.

Real friendship lives beyond the screen-

In respect, in empathy, in courage

To choose kindness over cruelty.


Technology may build the bridges,

But only humanity can keep them strong.

And perhaps the future of our digital world

Depends not on the platforms we build,

But on the way we choose to treat each other.

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