“In Najriad, a ruling sheikh is chosen by his family. Lineage is important, but Amir could pass his title on to a brother or a cousin as easily as he could to his children.”
“Did Rachid consider turning the title down?”
“I’m sure he did. The people don’t know or trust him. I’ve seen him struggle to express himself in Arabic. It can’t be easy for him to try to prove himself worthy.”
“Then why accept it? He has a successful life outside of Najriad. His brother could become king and it seems that they would both be happier.” Anger surfaced for the loyalty Rachid had shown a country that thus far didn’t appreciate the sacrifices he’d made for it.
Hadia took another sip of her coffee and said, “Amir chose Rachid. It’s as simple as that. As far as I know, Rachid has only said no to his father one time.”
Zhang raised an eyebrow in question.
“For you. Amir’s original plan involved tossing you to the proverbial wolves, but Rachid wouldn’t hear of it.” She watched Zhang closely as she said, “He cares about you.”
The news rocked Zhang’s composure. Rachid had defied his father? For her? “He’s only marrying me for political reasons.” She clung to a theory that was becoming more and more difficult to believe.
Hadia smiled gently. “Is he? He was offered another option that would have satisfied his father and his country, but he wouldn’t allow you to be publicly disgraced.”
Uncomfortable with a topic that threatened to make her question the path she had set for herself, Zhang said, “Why are you telling me this?”
“Because your words say you will marry my grandson, but your eyes tell a different story.”
Zhang answered stiffly while pretending to watch the people who passed by the window, “I am marrying Rachid on Saturday.”
“And then?” Hadia asked.
Zhang hedged, “Does anyone know what tomorrow holds?”
“They do if they have already outlined it in their heart.”
We finally come to why you wanted to see me today. Turning to look Hadia in the eye again, Zhang asked, “What do you want from me, Hadia?”
“I want my grandson to finally be happy. You think he needs this wedding to save his country, but he could easily have not married you.” She leaned forward and said earnestly, “I know Rachid. When he promises you forever, he’ll mean it. Will you?”
Zhang’s heart pounded in her chest. She wanted to tell Hadia that none of this was her business, but it was impossible to look into those wise old eyes and do anything but tell her the truth. She whispered, “Rachid wants to control me.”
Hadia suddenly looked amused. “They all try, Zhang. Would you really want a man who whimpered at your feet at the first sign of your displeasure? What fun would that man be in bed?”
Zhang flushed a deep red.
Hadia touched her hand lightly. “I’ve embarrassed you. That wasn’t my intention. Please, forgive me.”
Zhang met the older woman’s eyes and said, “No apology is necessary. Your comment simply took me by surprise.”
Hadia laughed. “Ah, the young always think the old were born wrinkled and chaste. Once upon a time, I married an arrogant desert prince of my own.” Memories temporarily added a shine to her eyes. “I still miss him.” She gripped Zhang’s hand and said, “When you’re my age, will your pride have given you children and grandchildren? Will the independence that you are so afraid of losing comfort you through the losses life will eventually send your way? What is all you have worth if you don’t share it with someone you love?”
Zhang’s throat tightened around a truth that hurt to admit even to herself. She said, “Rachid and I are not in love.”
Hadia made a face. “In love. I have never liked that expression. Love isn’t a bucket one can fall in and out of. Love is a seed of trust deliberately planted in commitment and friendship. If tended to with respect and passion—it flourishes. You’re afraid, and that’s natural—but did you let fear stop you from reaching your business goals? You can’t tell me that you don’t want Rachid. I see the yearning in your eyes whenever we speak of him. You can have it all, Zhang. You can have love and a fulfilling life, but you’ll have to fight for it. Fight for this as hard as you fought for your business and you just might find that you can have both. The question you need to ask yourself is if you want my grandson. If you do, put your fears behind you and go get him. The rest will take care of itself.”
All I have to do is admit that I want it?
Not for one night.
Not for six months.
Forever.
With Rachid.
I want his passion, his protection—his baby.
I want to say those vows and mean them.
Hadia interrupted her thoughts. “I met one of your friends.”
Lil? Abby? It’s a pathetically short list.
“Perhaps friend is too strong of a description. She sat with you a few years ago at a weeklong United Nations conference regarding the conditions of women around the world. She was moved by your commitment to help the women in your country. Her name is Caroline Thelemaque.”
The name did not immediately bring a face to mind. “I’m sorry, I don’t remember her.”
Hadia waved at someone who was stepping out of a cab and onto the street. “That’s fine, because she’s here now.”
What are you up to, Hadia?
Zhang stood along with Hadia to greet the woman who entered the café and approached their table. She was average in height, but her beaming smile lit the room around her. Zhang instantly remembered the woman. Who could forget the vibrant Haitian woman whose confidence had matched her boldly feminine business attire? Today, Caroline’s clothing were more subdued, but her energy wasn’t. Her beautiful black hair, which proudly displayed a few gray highlights, was partially covered in a fashionable scarf, most likely donned out of deference for Hadia.
She bowed slightly before Hadia and warmly shook her hand. “Your Majesty, this invitation is a real honor, thank you.” She shook Zhang’s hand enthusiastically and said, “Miss Yajun. Princess. I’m not sure how to address you.”
Zhang couldn’t help but return the woman’s warm smile. “Please, call me Zhang.”
Hadia sat, and the two younger women joined her.
Hadia said, “Caroline is here with a video team. She’s documenting how the focus on education and technology is already changing the conditions of the women in our rural areas. Rachid’s passing laws that require young women to stay in school until the age of eighteen. He wants to see more of them studying at our universities.”
Zhang sat forward. “I didn’t realize that was one of Rachid’s goals.”
Hadia said, “Perhaps you have more in common than you know.”
Uncomfortable with that truth, Zhang directed her comment to Caroline. “The last time I spoke to you, you were living in Canada and raising funds for an empowerment project in Haiti, am I right?”
Caroline ordered a coffee before answering. “Yes, I still am. It is an amazing program. We teach the women the basics of a business and guide them toward the resources needed to support it. For example, making purses from old cereal boxes is a way a woman can create income for her family while recycling what would be trash into something valuable.”
Suddenly Zhang regretted that she had not followed up her initial donation to the woman with additional monies. She’d rectify that in the near future. For now, she asked, “Are these videos part of your fund-raising?”
“No, I’m not actually making the videos. I merely joined the team because I had heard so many wonderful things about what is going on here. Sometimes I visit success stories to reenergize. When you look at women’s issues on the global level, it can be overwhelming. They aren’t contained by borders and aren’t specific to cultures. Everywhere I go, I meet women struggling with poverty, abuse or simply the belief that they can’t improve their own situation. Places like Najriad are a reminder that we are making
progress, but it’s never easy.”
Hadia added, “Abuse and tradition can sometimes be woven tightly together. It takes a delicate hand to tend to one while not shredding the other. Caroline, I have heard good things about you and how you walk that line.” She looked across at Zhang and said, “I believe you do the same with your own programs in China, Zhang.”
Zhang nodded. “I still meet resistance at first. Initially, many parents believe that I advocate discarding our ways and adopting those of the West. Over time, they see that education doesn’t threaten one’s morality. Being able to read doesn’t make a young girl promiscuous, but it may help her feed her children if her husband dies young. The belief that the men of your family will care for you only holds true if you have a family. I’m extremely passionate about the power of education to strengthen communities.”
Caroline said, “You are an inspiration for women around the world, Zhang, and what you’ve done for the women’s movement in China is what legends are made of. I can only imagine the hope you will bring Najriad when you become queen.”
In the face of the woman’s compliments and enthusiasm, Zhang felt like a bit of a fraud. She almost announced that the likelihood of her becoming involved in local issues was slim. She and Rachid would most likely divorce long before he took the title of king.
Unless I stay.
Zhang’s mouth dried and her stomach churned at the thought.
I’m not staying.
Am I?
Impulsively, she asked, “Caroline, are you married?”
The woman flashed a brilliant smile. “Yes. Twenty years.”
“And you still travel the world? That’s not a problem?”
Caroline seemed to sense the importance of the questions Zhang was asking. “My husband isn’t always happy when I leave, but what I am doing is important to me and he knows that.”
Oddly, it felt safe to share her inner fear with these women. “I fought for my independence for so long, the idea of marriage scares me. I’m afraid that I’ll lose myself somehow.”
Hadia smiled sympathetically and Caroline said, “I’m sure I felt the same in the beginning, but my husband knows that he married a strong, independent woman. Sure, it’s difficult sometimes, but we work it out. I love him and he knows that. He loves me and he proves it by accepting the good with the bad. I can’t always go everywhere I’d like to because he needs me or the children need me. Marriage is a compromise for both involved. Anyone who says that it’s always easy is lying, but I’ve never regretted choosing love.”
Zhang couldn’t help but be moved by the woman’s commitment to both her husband and herself. “It sounds like your husband is a very lucky man.”
Caroline’s easy smile flashed. “He is. I have given him two wonderful children: our son, Patrick, and our daughter, Sarah, and we don’t fight for who is in control. I understand that he needs to be the man in our house, and he understands that a happy wife is the best nurturer for both him and our children. Marriage doesn’t have to be a tug of war. Compromise is a gift you give the man you love and, if he is the right man for you, it is a gift he returns tenfold.”
Tears filled Zhang’s eyes as she realized that she and her mother had never discussed this topic, and she doubted they ever would. Had these women always been so comfortable with themselves or had someone guided them?
As if sensing Zhang’s downward turn in mood, Caroline lightened the conversation by saying, “That about sums up my marital advice, except that you should never underestimate the power of keeping passion alive between you. Many couples push each other aside for the children or for work. A hungry man is never a happy man. Keep your husband well fed and you will have a marriage your friends will envy.”
Zhang said, “I don’t cook.”
Hadia and Caroline exchanged a look and laughed. Hadia said, “My future daughter-in-law has a dry sense of humor. A wise woman is not afraid to please her husband.”
Zhang turned three shades of purple.
Caroline rushed to say, “I hope I didn’t cross any lines, sharing as I did. I’m not shy when it comes to discussing love and marriage.”
Zhang regained her composure and said, “Some of my best friends are oversharers. It’s a trait I’m beginning to value.” She turned to Hadia and said, “I’m also beginning to admire the fine art of manipulation.”
Unabashedly, Hadia accepted the assessment of her actions that day. “You have done so much for your own country, Zhang. I wanted you to see that your work is far from over. Caroline came to meet you today because she admires you, but I wonder if there isn’t also much that she could teach you.”
Suddenly humble, Caroline said, “Oh, I would never suggest that I—”
Zhang spoke over her and said, “You are one clever lady, Your Majesty. Caroline, would you return for a visit in a few weeks? Perhaps you could stay at the palace. I would love to speak with you more about what you do with your global programs.”
“I would be honored to, Your Highness.”
For the first time, Zhang didn’t baulk at the title. “The honor would be mine,” she said.
She smiled at the two women who sat across from her and marveled at the wisdom of the universe.
Two very different women who shared many fundamental beliefs and had found happiness.
Hadia might be right.
I still have so much to learn.
A knock on the door of the palace’s main office interrupted Rachid’s phone call with his team at Proximus. Rachid put them on hold, turned in the leather seat behind the large desk and said, “Enter,” in Arabic.
Basir, the royal advisor, entered and bowed slightly with respect. “Your Highness.”
“If you’re looking for my father, he and Ghalil have gone out for the morning. They should be back for dinner.”
“My apologies for interrupting, Your Highness, but it’s you I wish to speak with,” the old man said.
“One moment, then.” Rachid switched to English to inform his team that he would continue the call at a later time and issued a short list of what he wanted done before they spoke again. “Please, sit,” he said to the royal advisor, not realizing that he continued to speak in English. Another tap on the door announced the delivery of a pot of coffee. The house staff maintained proper etiquette, smoothly covering for Rachid’s shortcomings. Rachid refused the beverage, but Basir took one of the small, handleless cups the manservant offered, sipped from it and smiled at the servant, who quickly departed.
As soon as the door closed behind him, Basir said, “There was a second attempt on your father’s life this morning. His private motorcade took gunfire.”
The first attempt had occurred shortly after the announcement that Rachid was returning home. Security had been increased in all areas. A second attack was upsetting, but expected since the attacker had not been caught the first time. “Was anyone hurt?” Rachid said, standing and crossing to where the advisor sat.
“No, it was a decoy. Your father and brother are safely visiting with Sheikh Hamad bin Dani al Butrus at the palace in Sasiah.”
“Does my father know?”
“Not yet, but his security has been informed. Protective measures will be taken on their return. The fewer who know about this, the better.”
“Who did this?” Rachid paced the room angrily.
Basir lifted a thin shoulder and said, “Some are saying that it was our people protesting against your upcoming marriage to a foreign woman.”
Rachid stopped midstep. That would be an unfortunate complication. Basir, however, hadn’t sounded convinced. “But you don’t think so?”
“I have no proof, but my instincts tell me that this is being used as a smokescreen to distract us from something much more sinister that’s being set into plan. I know the leaders of the communities well, and there was no buildup to this.” He gave Rachid a long, steady look. “Also, I find it suspicious that neither attack put your father’s life at risk.”
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�What are you saying, Basir? Someone is trying to make it look like my father’s life is in danger without it actually being so? Why would anyone do that?” The answer came to Rachid before the advisor said a word. “To discredit me.”
Basir inclined his head. “Exactly. This enemy is more dangerous than the ones who test our borders. This is a snake hidden in the grass—not bold enough to attack you yet, but just as deadly.”
“Do we have any leads?”
“Only that whoever it is, they know where your father won’t be. You must consider everyone.” He paused, then said, “Even Ghalil.”
“No,” Rachid said hotly. It was one thing to admit that Ghalil was angry and distrustful, but a traitor? He wouldn’t believe it. “My brother is not involved in this.”
Basir wisely lowered his eyes respectfully as he said, “History is littered with stories of dead royals who thought the same.”
Rachid said, “I know my brother. He’s young and he often speaks without thinking, but he wouldn’t do something like this.”
“I hope your faith in him does not prove to be your undoing.”
I hope so, too.
There was another possibility.
“Basir, it could be a member of the royal guard.” His next words were the toughest to voice. “They aren’t loyal to me.”
Basir made no attempt to deny the truth. He said, “It is a sign of real strength to be able to admit a weakness.”
Rachid pounded an angry hand on the wall. “This particular weakness may get us all killed. How can I run a financial empire outside Najriad—one where my orders are followed without question—but here in my own country I must repeat myself and add a threat for anything to happen?”
Basir said, “It sounds like you understand what motivates one more than the other.”
Rachid sighed. “Sometimes I ask myself if I’m the right man to rule Najriad.”
Basir said, “Perhaps you are not.” Rachid’s head swung around in shock. Plain speaking was what made Basir a valuable asset to the Hantan family, but that didn’t remove the sting from his words. Basir added, “Not as long as you ask yourself that. What makes a good king, Rachid?” When Rachid didn’t answer, Basir asked, “Why do the people love your father?”
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