In the valley of silicon dreams,
Amina lives, where innovation streams.
With tech her canvas, faith her brush,
She paints her days with a tranquil hush.
'ZikrTech, ' her creation, a mindful feat,
A sanctuary where tech and spirit meet.
In each code, a prayer, in each task, grace,
In the whirl of the market, a serene space.
Each morning's light through her window spills,
Over succulents and ferns, life's quiet thrills.
Swinging gently, tea in hand,
A sufi's heart in tech's vibrant land.
Her friend asks, amidst the gentle sway,
'How do you keep the chaos at bay? '
With a smile, serene, a soft-spoken voice,
'Focus is Dhikr, that's my choice.
In each moment, a mention of the divine,
In every decision, a sacred sign.
Where focus goes, energy flows,
In remembrance, peace naturally grows.'
So in this world of hustle, strive,
Remember Amina, how she thrives.
With focus as Dhikr, and Dhikr as guide,
In her heart and work, God resides.
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