In hills where whispers weave through trees,
A seeker's heart, in restless ease,
Amina, with a yearning soul,
Sought wisdom, pure and whole.
Her journey, lit by stars above,
Through wild jasmine's fragrant love,
Rivers, mountains, valleys wide,
Her spirit, her undying guide.
In a garden, still and deep,
A Sufi peer, in wisdom's keep,
Eyes of oceans, calm and kind,
A mirror to the seeker's mind.
In silence deep, her soul's plea heard,
Wisdom shared without a word,
Nature's rhythm, soft and clear,
The answer lay in listening near.
With newfound light, to home, she trod,
A bearer of the truths so broad,
A journey's end, a new start's call,
In wisdom's dance, she found her all.
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