Across the bustling bazaars of Jaipur and the cotton fields of Arkansas, Magen sparkles like a firefly at dusk—bright, playful, and full of promise. Rooted in the Hebrew māgēn (“shield”), it wraps little ones in a protective hug, while its kinship to the Welsh Megan (from Margaret, “pearl”) adds a secret shimmer of precious beauty. Picture expectant parents tossing marigold petals at a Diwali lamp, dreaming of their Magen dancing beneath a monsoon sky. Between 1984 and 1993, Arkansas welcomed anywhere from half a dozen to a dozen Magens each year—peaking at twelve sweet souls in ’88—proof that this two-syllable charmer (MAY-jen) has always loved a spotlight. Bold yet tender, Magen is a lantern in twilight and a lullaby on starry nights.