In the gentle light of fifty-three, A beacon shines, where grace is free. Sajla stands, a loving heart, Her wisdom artful, her spirit smart. A mother’s warmth, a guiding hand, In her embrace, dreams expand. Her laughter, a symphony, sweet and bright, A candle flickering through the night. An educator with soul profound, In knowledge shared, her joys are found. Planting seeds in fertile minds, Her legacy in young lives binds. With a heart of gold, and a soul so wise, Stars in her eyes, she lights up the skies. Here’s to you, dear Sajla, in fifty-three, A life of love and legacy.