Zaira drifts into the ear like a desert breeze perfumed with night-blooming jasmine—an Arabic jewel (from “Zahrah,” meaning “radiance” or “flower in full bloom”) that later wove its way into Spanish, Italian, and the libretti of Bellini, where her syllables rang across candlelit opera houses; today she is still pronounced with sun-kissed clarity as ZYE-rah. In her sound lives the shimmer of Andalusian courtyards, where orange blossoms release their sweetness at dusk, and in her meaning lingers the image of a rose cupping first light, stubbornly bright against ancient stone. Literature keeps her well-traveled: Voltaire entrusted his tragic heroine with the name, and modern storytellers still reach for its glint when a character must be both steel and silk. Parents who choose Zaira often say they feel her pulse with quiet confidence—feminine without frill, familiar yet ever-surprising, like a hidden fountain murmuring in a sun-drenched plaza. Though she hovers around the middle of U.S. charts, she carries the timeless poise of a name heard under star-strewn skies, promising that the girl who bears her will walk wrapped in a subtle luminosity, blooming defiantly even in the driest seasons of life.
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