There are the queens who live in fairy tales.
There are the queens who keep corgis and their distance, who wear
elaborate hats and have 100-year-old mothers whom everybody loves more
than them.
There are the queens who smoke too much and misbehave, and the ones who
throw fits about their sons' choices of brides.
Queens have no term limits. They tend to last forever. We get bored
with them eventually, and they fade into a haze of gloves and crowns.
Then there is the world's youngest queen, Rania al-Abdullah of Jordan.
She is 31 and fresh and smart and gorgeous, Vogue material. When she
married King Hussein's son Abdullah, she was a commoner -- certainly an
uncommon one, but still -- destined to live as a mere princess. But days
before his 1999 death of cancer, Hussein abruptly changed the accession
from his own brother to Abdullah, and the young couple were thrust to the
throne. Unlike their European counterparts, these two are not ceremonial
monarchs but working leaders of a tiny, troubled nation in a very rough
neighborhood. That they should be reigning at all is a historical hash of
British-drawn boundaries and wandering nomads and desert feuds.
Negotiating the paradox between modernity and monarchy is the least of
their problems.
Every escalation of violence in neighboring Israel threatens the
fragile stability of a nation where 60 percent of the population is
Palestinian. While the literacy rate of the 5 million Jordanians
approaches 90 percent, a hefty majority of the population is under 30 and
growing at a rate faster than the economy. Jordanians are poor and hungry.
Her Royal Highness is seated on a hotel suite sofa for an interview.
She is in the middle of an erudite examination of the misunderstandings
between the Western and Muslim worlds when she interrupts herself
midsentence.
"Are you checking out what I'm wearing?" she demands.
Actually, Your Majesty, we were.
"I could tell!" she says, laughing. "I could tell what was going
through your mind!" And then, a smooth segue back to diplo-speak: "Anyway,
that kind of segregation of the world -- us vs. them -- is very dangerous,
and we have to make an effort to get over it. This stereotyping is
something that baffles me, because although information is so easily
accessible, we seem to know less about each other."
We are shamefaced with our superficiality.
Yet this is the way of Rania. She leads with her beauty. There is
nothing else for her to do with it. It precedes her everywhere she goes,
grabbing the attention of powerful men and accomplished women. In New
York, at a dinner she sponsors for the Vaccine Fund, guests crane their
necks to see her coming; they whisper excitedly. Sen. Hillary Clinton
(D-N.Y.) is rushing out, but stops to embrace Rania. The world's richest
man, Bill Gates, stops talking to watch her work the room, her dark eyes
flashing, her long legs pivoting like a runway model's.
With beauty like hers, the brains always come as a shock, fair or not.
Rania plays with this. "She makes the words 'infrastructure' and
'outsourcing' sound sexy," says a gentleman listening to her address the
dinner on the urgency for global childhood immunizations.
Since Sept. 11, the queen has emerged in the West as a model of Muslim
moderation, an implicit rebuke to those who cloak and silence women in the
name of Islam. Self-assured and outspoken, she tackles topics
controversial and diplomatically sensitive. The bookers love her on "Larry
King Live" and "Oprah" and the morning shows. At the recent World Economic
Forum, she held her own in the opening session with Elie Wiesel and
Archbishop Desmond Tutu. She descends on Washington every few months,
dazzling policy wonks with her command of micro-finance and child
vaccination and technology education.
At home, she is a vocal partner in leading Jordan. Unlike first ladies
who defer with phrases like "my husband's policies," Rania, when
discussing the king's plans for progress, uses the pronoun "we."
Her 40-year-old husband of eight years "is not at all intimidated" by
her, she says. "He sees us as teamwork. He really does believe that no
country can advance without the full participation of 50 percent of its
people," meaning women.
The accidental queen, born Rania al-Yasin, has lived the dichotomy of
her region, both a beneficiary of the splendid oil wealth of the Persian
Gulf and a witness to the disenfranchisement of so many of its people. She
was born in Kuwait after her Palestinian father, a pediatrician, and
mother moved from the West Bank in the 1960s. She went to a prestigious
school where instruction was in English, and spent summers with her aunt
and uncle back in the West Bank town of Tulkarm, where Palestinian homes
were bulldozed to make way for Israeli settlements.
During the queen's years at the English-speaking American University in
Cairo, her family was uprooted again, expelled with other Palestinians
from Kuwait after the Gulf War. (King Hussein had aligned himself with
Saddam Hussein.) Rania rejoined her parents in Jordan, taking her business
degree first to Apple, then Citibank.
One January evening in 1993, Rania went to a dinner party at the home
of Princess Aisha, who had conveniently invited her brother Abdullah. The
head of the Jordanian military's special operations, the prince had more
than a passing reputation as a playboy and gadabout. But he was reportedly
instantly smitten by the slender woman towering over him.
Within a few months, they were engaged, and by June, they had wed.
Rania laughs when asked if her husband chose her because she speaks her
mind.
"You'll have to ask him," she says. "I'm not sure why he picked me. You
know, when we met it was just a normal story, just a boy-meets-girl kind
of thing," as if normal courtship involved joy riding in helicopters. "It
was just like any other relationship, and I don't think either one of us
analyzed what we saw in each other.
"And certainly neither one of us thought we would be in this
position anyway, to think about what kind of qualities might be
advantageous."
Abdullah had not been groomed to assume the throne, and the sudden
transition to power was "quite challenging," she says. "We were
traumatized by the loss of King Hussein, who was a very important
component of our lives. I had very young children (Prince Hussein was then
4, Princess Iman was 2), and at the same time there were different things
that I was required to do that I never thought I would have to do."
When she was a mere princess, she had control over the public and
private aspects of her life. "Now, those lines are becoming slowly
blurred," Rania says.
When she talks about struggling to balance work and family life, she
can sound like any modern professional woman -- albeit one with a very
fine handbag collection.
"My trips are never more than a few days," she says. "We could have
stretched this one, but we wanted to get back home and be with the
children."
The couple have spurned palace living, choosing to stay in their home
in a wealthy suburb of Amman. They frequently retreat to their weekend
home in the port city of Aqaba, where the buildings of Eilat, Israel, are
visible across the shimmering Gulf of Aqaba. "You try to grab the moments
when you can," she says.
Rania is known for jumping behind the wheel of her BMW four-wheel drive
and taking off, her guards tailing her in a chase car. She likes to be
alone and listen to music -- maybe Arab pop, maybe Lauryn Hill -- and
think.
She is asked to consider the oddity of being a queen, of having a
17-month-old toddling about known to her subjects as Princess Salma. "I
know, I know," Rania says. "The whole thing about kings and queens, it's
an alien concept."
As skillfully as she glides through most queenly obligations, there are
a few glitches.
The Royal Hashemite Court-iers still have to tell her when to wear the
tiara.
"Oh, they let me know," says Rania, who borrows a tiara when she needs
it from her sister-in-law, and she rolls her eyes just a bit. "These kinds
of things don't come to me instinctively. Somebody has to come and tell
me."
On the other hand, when she is addressed as Your Majesty, she never
once is heard to say, "Oh, just call me Rania."
Here is what the queen is wearing for daytime business: A cashmere
charcoal gray turtleneck sweater. A very chic fitted black skirt with a
nipped white collar that emphasizes her small waist. On her fingers, only
a thin golden wedding band. On her neck, an understated lanyard dangling a
small diamond. On her feet, killer stiletto black pumps, with impossibly
pointed toes she claims are quite comfortable. Whose?
"I don't even know," she says. "Why don't you have a look?" And she
withdraws her queenly foot from her queenly shoe and points. The instep
says Sergio Rossi, the Milanese creator of the world's sexiest shoes,
priced $300 and up.
The queen is amused.
"I think more people from my part of the world should reach out and try
to explain what Islam is about," says Rania.
Take the veil, which she notes is seen in the West as a symbol of
oppression and backwardness.
"Now I've been asked a million times," she says, "why I don't wear the
veil. The veil does not represent backwardness necessarily, and removing
the veil does not necessarily represent modernity. A woman can be wearing
her veil and she can still pursue her education and go to work and be
active in society. And if we view women wearing the veil to be subservient
to God, that is a decision which has to be respected."
That said, she suggests that diversity of customs in the Muslim world
should not interfere with basic human rights. Asked about Saudi Arabia,
where women only recently were issued national identity cards, Rania says,
"There are certain cultural beliefs that are a problem. And they do stand
in the way of the situation for women changing."
In Jordan, the queen, like Queen Noor before her, has spoken out
against "honor killings," the practice of murdering women who have sex
outside marriage, and established a center for abused women and children.
She is big on micro-finance as a tool to lift women out of poverty and
dependence.
"You can go to a remote village and take a woman who has some skills
but has never really worked and encourage her to come up with a business
plan, and she will apply and get a loan," Rania says. "She becomes much
more confident, because she is taking charge of her life and her
family."
Rania does not confine herself to domestic affairs. During the
interview, she sighed about "the vicious cycle of violence" in the Middle
East, condemned Palestinian suicide bombings and said abandoning the peace
process "is just not an option. The only problem is that there is now a
generation that has been brought up feeling there is so much rage.
Politics aside, let's look at the way people are living on the ground.
They don't have freedom of movement. They don't have access to health care
or education. That kind of environment makes you very, very angry. And
that probably leads to such attacks, but it's wrong."
This penchant to display opinions along with her legs has its
critics.
"In the West, everybody is dazzled by this couple," says Murhaf
Jouejati, a resident scholar at the Middle East Institute. "In the Arab
world, more conservative elements frown upon her westernization, and some
would like her to take a back seat rather than be as flamboyant as she
is."
"You can't expect everyone to agree with you," says Rania, "but that is
healthy, because a lot of times you learn from the criticism you hear.
It's important to be honest and transparent with people and let them know,
'I'm doing this because I think this will improve the quality of life in
this particular area.' "
In a black lace sheath skirt and banded satin spike evening pumps, Her
Majesty steps to the lectern at the Vaccine Fund dinner, which raises $3
million. Gates started the fund three years ago with $750 million ("My
hand trembled a little bit writing the check," he says.) and a simple but
huge goal, to vaccinate every child everywhere. Rania accepted a position
on the board and plunged in.
"She's a great spokeswoman worldwide," says Gates. "It takes someone to
jar people's attention."
"She is extremely knowledgeable about so many topics," says Clinton,
who first worked with Rania during her White House tenure. "In offering up
a view of Muslim modernity, she is important to the world, not just her
country."
The queen sweeps the room with her politician's practiced gaze. This
speech, like most she delivers, she has written herself, in her direct,
almost blunt, style. "Vaccination itself is a metaphor for what the fund
seeks to achieve," she says, "a small sacrifice now to avert death and
disaster later. It creates strong, healthy lives that enable children to
learn, communities to grow and countries to prosper."
She sits down. She tilts her head and listens intently to her dinner
companions. She eats what's put in front of her, and then her dessert.
When Queen Rania rises to leave, all the men at her table, including New
York Times Publisher Arthur Sulzberger Jr., Sen. Patrick Leahy (D-Vt.) and
Rep. Jim Kolbe (R-Ariz.) leap to their feet. Quickly, everybody in the
room is standing, napkins floating off laps onto the floor, worrying over
protocol. How to behave when a queen is in your midst?
Her Majesty smiles widely and gives a little wave.
She says, "See ya."