Growing up, my name always sparked curiosity, a gentle ripple in the usual introductions. “Lajward,” I’d say, often followed by a slightly slower, clearer repetition. It’s a name that feels both deeply personal and perpetually intriguing, primarily because of its origin: I was named after a rock. Not just any rock, but Lajward, another name for the mesmerizing semi-precious stone, lapis lazuli. This unusual choice, courtesy of my geologist father, has shaped my life in ways I’m only just beginning to fully appreciate.
For anyone with a name that deviates from the common script in their region, the experience of patiently repeating it becomes a familiar dance. My Persian-derived name, Lajward, however, often presents a unique hurdle, even for those accustomed to diverse names. It’s a testament to its rarity as a given name, a fact underscored every time I introduce myself. The root of this uncommon nomenclature lies squarely with my dad, a geologist whose passion for rocks extended to naming his first child.
More Than Just a Name: Lajward and Lapis Lazuli
A quick online search for “Lajward name” immediately reveals its connection to the striking blue stone, lapis lazuli. Originating from Persian, Lajward translates to “deep blue,” perfectly capturing the stone’s intense hue. While gemstone names like Ruby or Sapphire are occasionally encountered, Lajward exists in a realm of its own. Even “Lapis,” or “Lapis Lazuli” itself, remains virtually unheard of as a given name. This inherent uniqueness has, at times, led me to playfully consider embracing a mononymous identity, like Zendaya or Madonna.
However, the unconventionality doesn’t end with my first name. My last name, Zahra, chosen with similar originality, further sets me apart. It’s not a family name passed down, and defies typical cultural naming conventions. While family names are customary in Pakistan, where I was born, my parents opted for Zahra – traditionally a first name – as my last. The reasoning remains somewhat elusive, simply a matter of liking the sound of “Zahra.” Thus, I am Lajward Zahra, a name without middle name or inherited surname, a truly singular identifier.
My Name, My Identity: A Rock Solid Foundation
Many might argue that names are merely labels, superficial aspects of our identity. Yet, for many, a family name carries history and lineage, a tangible link to the past. In my case, devoid of familial name history and possessing a first name virtually unmatched, my name is profoundly personal. It is mine alone, and it has undeniably influenced my sense of self. The deep blue of lapis lazuli, the very essence of my name, has subtly permeated my life. Blue has always been my favorite color, an affinity that feels intrinsically tied to my name.
Beyond color preference, the connection runs deeper. Moments before a thyroid biopsy, my grandfather gifted me a piece of raw lapis. This stone, imbued with personal significance, remains one of my most cherished possessions. There are also less profound, but nonetheless enjoyable, aspects of having such a rare name. A quick search for “Lajward Zahra” reveals my online presence dominating the results, despite my relatively modest profile. Compliments on its uniqueness are frequent, and I still chuckle at a classmate’s initial reaction, calling it a “raw-ass name.” Even more gratifying are the rare occasions when someone remarks that I look like my name sounds, a curious but delightful affirmation.
The Geologist’s Influence: What’s in a Named Rock?
The inevitable question, after introducing myself, is “What does Lajward mean?” This opens the door to explaining my geologist father’s role in my naming. I often joke that had I been born on a different day, perhaps under the influence of malachite or even uranium, my name might have taken a drastically different turn. The debate around naming children after passions or interests is ongoing, often exemplified by discussions about “Khaleesi” babies. While I wouldn’t dictate naming conventions for others, I can unequivocally say, I love my name.
My father now claims the name originated from a novel, though the specific title remains elusive. Regardless of its literary or geological genesis, the fact remains: I am Lajward Zahra. And reminding myself of this unique, rock-inspired identity is a comforting anchor at the end of challenging days and a source of strength at the start of new ones.
