On this, her sweet and vibrant sixteenth year, Zahra, queen of chaos, reigns with delight. With silk hair bonnets, she holds her own dear, cat-kissing lips she graces every night. At camp, she launches from inflatables, nails lost in flight, yet never losing glee. Dancing with strangers, her joy's scalable, her style's legendary, wild and carefree. Mario Kart and Call of Duty's realm, she rules the leaderboard with no scoff or frown. A pro at scoring concert seats, at helm, of this ship, her dubious moves take crown. Fashion advisor, credit card's sweet bane, glad we’re aboard your vibrant, wild campaign.