“So how long have you and Amy been friends for?” I asked Sameera.
“Almost twenty years now,” she replied with a bitter laugh.
Sameera and her husband lived in little cottage house in the suburbs. I couldn’t help but notice how immaculately organized their living room was. ‘Picture perfect’ were the first two words that came to my mind when I first walked in.
“You must very be close then, right?” I asked.
“Of course we are. What kind of question is that?” She frowned.
“I was only stating the obvious. She hosted your birthday dinner at her house, and from what I hear it was extravagant! Caviar, lobsters, a five tiered cake…” I said.
“That’s Amy. She loves to spend money like it’s going out of style. Especially other people’s money.” Sameera half joked.
“I just love your house. It’s so warm and cozy, like a miniature dollhouse,” Amy marveled.
“You sound like a thesaurus coming up with new terms for the word ‘small’. I know it doesn’t compare to your Beverly Hills mansion, but it’s my home and I love it just the way it is, thank you very much,” Sameera snapped.
“Oh my God, I didn’t mean it that way,” Amy gasped.
“It’s fine,” Sameera waved her hand. “Anyways, so I called the girls and we’re all set for tomorrow…”
“Oh Sam, I’m sorry I can’t make it. Mohanad just told me we’re going to Paris tomorrow for this major business conference. He’s gonna be the keynote speaker. I can’t miss it”
“I don’t believe this. Do you know how long I’ve been preparing for your birthday brunch?”
“I know I’m sorry. I don’t know what to do though”
“Forget it. I always come last with you. What else is new?”
“Ohhhh please I feel horrible as it is. I’ll make it up to you I promise.” Amy sounded genuinely sorry. “To be honest, I don’t really wanna go on this trip, but there’s no way out of it”
“I’m only excited about the shopping part, but the rest of it… ugh… I hate those formal events. They’re so boring. And then there’s the after parties with his snooty Parisian friends and I don’t speak a word of French. I sit there nodding and faking smiles till my jaws ache,” Amy complained, only trying to make her friend feel better.
“Well, that’s the price you pay for marrying a rich man. Fakeness and plastic surgeries come with the territory. Remember back in college when you only fell for the rich guys? You were voted ‘Most Likely To Marry Well’,” Sameera sighed.
“And you were voted ‘Most Likely To Succeed’,” Amy replied.
“But I DID succeed.” Sameera’s tone changed again.
“I know honey, that’s why I…”
“Then what’s with the pity eyes?” Sameera stood up and crossed her arms.
“What pity eyes? I pity myself actually. Did you not hear the ‘jaws ache’ story?”
“There’s more to life than expensive jewelry and Versace dresses, Amy! You know what… Forget it.” Sameera stomped to the kitchen to get something they can both stuff their faces with. Anything to get Amy to stop talking. She looked at the fruit salad she was about to serve, and secretly drizzled it with a teensy bit of strawberry syrup.
A little bit more.
Yup, that should do it.
Amy ended up in the hospital that night with a persistent rash and of course, sadly, she missed her trip.
“I was going through Amy’s medical reports. Other than the night of your birthday party, the last time she got a similar allergic reaction, was here in your house. Is this correct?” I asked.
“So what are you insinuating? Every time she gets the hives, I must be blamed for it?” Sameera asked. She was trying to keep her cool, but her body language betrayed her, for I could tell she was extremely uncomfortable.
“No, that’s not what I’m saying at…”
“You know, opening this case again makes absolutely no sense. Amy didn’t even bat an eye when the necklace got stolen. She genuinely didn’t care, so why do you?”
“Stolen? The investigations were inconclusive. There’s no proof yet the necklace was stolen. Do you have reason to believe it was?” I sneered.
“I just assumed since it was never found…” Sameera stammered.
“I understand,” I nodded. “Did you see the necklace after the hives incident?”
“How would that be possible? Amy took it off in her room!”
“Amy’s son Hamza said he saw you go upstairs right after dessert. Is that correct?”
“Umm yes. I needed to wash my hands and the guest bathroom was busy. Ask anyone, I was only gone for like five minutes,” Sameera replied quickly.
I put my pen down and folded my arms, staring back at the restless woman for a silent moment.
“I don’t appreciate your accusatory attitude. I’m a college professor. I think I deserve some respect.”
“I apologize if I’ve offended you in any way. I’m just gathering information, it’s nothing personal,” I said as I got up to leave. “One last question, who was occupying the guest bathroom at the time when you had no option but to go upstairs?”
“Ummm, my husband? Why…?”
That same evening
“Oh my God they’re in this together!” My assistant Jenna shrieked. “Sameera and her husband planned the whole thing.”
“Or it could be random,” I added.
“There’s nothing random about her attitude. She’s toxic! She takes everything so personally. Only a guilty person would get this defensive”
“She’s projecting,” I said.
“Eeww like vomiting?”
“No” I laughed. “She’s using projection as a defense mechanism.”
“Okay, I’ll give you an example since you love them so much. Let’s say you step outside wearing those new designer Cat-eye shades. You know they’re in style but deep down feel insecure about wearing them. If someone so much as looks at you a little longer than they should, instead of admitting you feel weird about the shades, you might get defensive like ‘You don’t like them? Do you know how much they cost? Only A-list celebrities wear these. You obviously know nothing about fashion.”. That’s projection. Get it?”
“Umm no?” Jenna had a legendary puzzled look on her face.
“We all have flaws and insecurities, but sometimes they can get too overwhelming, and we find them too painful to deal with. When this happens to you, you might project them onto other people and tell yourself they’re the ones with the flaws, not you. They’re the ones making your life miserable, not you. Instead of facing your shameful, embarrassing or uncomfortable feelings, you pin them on others, making them the villains in your story while you’re the innocent victim. Get it now?”
“It’s okay, took me a while to fully comprehend it too” I laughed. “I’ll give you examples of different types of projections:
A wife calls her husband ‘uncaring’, ‘insensitive’ and ‘selfish’ when he goes out with his friends. She’s projecting an inner fear of abandonment.
A man says ‘my boss hates me for no reason’ instead of admitting that he’s the one who loathes his boss.
A woman thinks she’s overweight but won’t face that ‘worst female phobia’, so instead she snaps at her loved ones for thinking she’s unattractive, even if they’ve never uttered a word of dismay.
A teenager makes a silly mistake and then gets offended or aggressive when his or her friends jokingly point it out. They’re projecting their insecurities onto other people because deep down they worry they’re not smart enough.
A person is anxious in social situations so they say ‘people are horrible’ instead of admitting to his or her anxiety.
Recognizing our own shortcomings causes pain, and so we use projection to protect ourselves. ‘I’m not envious, they’re envious of me. I’m not ashamed; you’re the one who should feel ashamed. I’m not cheating, you’re the cheater’. Get it?”
“I finally get it. So perhaps Sameera is projecting her inner feeling of jealousy from her friend Amy”
“How do you fix projectors?” Jenna asked and we both laughed at the pun words.
“So projection allows us to throw out our ugly feelings and insecurities onto others, but the thing is, it’s like a boomerang, those feelings will always find a way to come back to us again. A chronic projector will eventually master the victim’s role and be convinced that everyone else is trying to destroy him. That’s no way to live. Unless we learn to put our egos down (and it’s not easy), it’s almost impossible to cure what we refuse to see. Whenever we feel judged, threatened or criticized, we must take a moment to reflect on the words being said as opposed to how we heard them. Swallow our pride instead of believing every comment or piece of advice is an indirect accusation.”
“You gotta admit, it does seem suspicious. Wasn’t it Sameera’s fault Amy got the hives that night? She’s brought the dessert to her own birthday dinner and insisted it was strawberry free!”
“No, it wasn’t her. It was Nadir.” I said.
To be continued…
Imagine a projector. Now take out everything you don’t like about yourself, project it on the wall screen, get some popcorn, mingle with the crowd and enjoy the show.
Actually, it’s the opposite of cool. Ask ‘chronic projectors’ and they’ll tell you the whole process of putting innocent people on guilt-trips feels like swallowing burning lava. (Oh I should know!) Sometimes, because we can’t own up to our feelings, we sit on a ‘moral throne’ and judge people instead. Blaming our faults on others and then lecturing them about it is exhausting, and honestly, it makes absolutely no sense.
There’s a far better way to explain this actually. You know what, scratch what I said earlier because our One and Only Lord has summed it up so eloquently in the Holy Qur’an.
“Do you order righteousness of the people and forget yourselves while you recite the Scripture? Then will you not reason” [Qur’an: Chapter 2, Verse 44]
And yet we all do it…
I’ll tell you a little secret (wait, let me make sure no one is listening. Okay all clear lol)
There was a time when deep down I felt I was failing as a parent. I projected those feelings onto others like there was no tomorrow, until the day Allah took off my blindfold and helped me see…
The questions on the ‘Test of Life’ examination paper might be hard, especially if you know you’ve never done your homework. Now, you can go around telling those who try to help they’re getting it all wrong.
You can seek all the help you can…
Whenever you can…
However you can…
Because perhaps the time has come for us to reflect instead of a project.
Besides, lucky for you and me, the test is an open book…
604 pages filled with beautiful, logical and spiritually fulfilling answers.
May we always be guided by Allah’s Words. Amen
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