Layan sweeps into the nursery like a saffron-scented breeze after the first monsoon drops, her Arabic roots whispering “softness” and “luxuriant living” while her syllables—LAY-uhn—roll off the tongue as smoothly as mango lassi. She’s the heroine of this little tale: once a shy cameo on the U.S. charts in the mid-’90s, she’s now dancing up the rankings, adding hundreds of new twirls every year, rather like a Bollywood chorus line finding its spotlight. Friends say the name feels as gentle as silk saris drying in the sun, yet there’s a hidden sparkle—think henna patterns catching moonlight—that hints at prosperity and ease. Parents love that duality: a hush-soft sound paired with a promise of thriving, the way a lotus both calms the pond and crowns it. In short, Layan is all sweetness and shimmer, a tiny two-beat song that turns diaper changes into duets and bedtime stories into soft-lit sagas.