In realms of fame where few achieve, A star divine, her light to weave, Hania Amir, a name so bright, Above all, she claims her light. Her beauty graced in every scene, A vision vast, forever keen. Yet words of reverence bound by kin, Respecting faith that dwells within. In admiration, hearts do soar, But sacred lines we dare not cross nor explore. For art and faith both hold their reign, In harmony, let both remain.