Alizay drifts into consciousness like a silk ribbon unfurling across a moonlit bamboo grove, its Pashto-Arabic lineage whispered in every syllable—“Ali,” the exalted summit; “zay,” the dawn’s first glimmer. It evokes sakura petals adrift on a still pond and the hushed ritual of tea leaves steeping at daybreak, yet carries a quiet resilience as unassuming as stone lanterns weathering spring rain. In its gentle curves one senses the grace of ancient calligraphy—though it won’t guarantee flawless brushwork—nor the wisdom to compose the perfect haiku, but it does promise a cool confidence that blooms from within. Rare among American newborns yet timeless in spirit, Alizay stands as a lantern of soft luminescence guiding one through the hush between seasons.