Zainab, The Beautiful

 In a quiet village wrapped in green,

Lived Zainab, the girl of dreams unseen.

Not just for beauty, soft and bright,

But for her soul that glowed with light.

She’d sit beneath the olive tree,

And whisper dreams for all to see.

A world of peace, where flowers grow,

And children’s laughter freely flows.

One day she found a rainbow bloom,

A glowing flower that chased the gloom.

With gentle hands, she sowed its seed,

And filled her home with hope and creed.

Zainab, light that softly gleams,

A whisper carried in our dreams.

Her eyes, like stars that brightly shine,

A gentle heart, forever kind.

Her smile blooms like morning’s grace,

A quiet calm in every place.

With every step, the flowers sway,

And night turns bright to greet the day.

In her presence, time stands still,

A magic only she can fill.

Zainab, beauty pure and true,

A precious soul in every hue.