In a world awash with urgent pings,
Aisha finds her peace, her wings.
Her laptop opens, day unfolds,
In her heart, sacred silence holds.
Emails clamor, demands they bring,
She breathes in peace, lets kindness sing.
Amidst the chaos, a quiet jihad,
With every keystroke, a prayer, a nod.
'Al-Salam, ' whispers through her breath,
As she navigates the digital mesh.
Firm in kindness, her replies sent,
Her energy sacred, never misspent.
As the sun sets on her simple screen,
Aisha's spirit remains serene.
In a digital dance of give and take,
She guards her peace, for her soul's sake.
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