Mohammad Tarekh Acraman

Gec 10
Every life is a movie. Different stars, different stories, different nights, and different mornings. I find the

movie “John Q” amusing for it portrays more than just entertainment, a father whom I longed to have. A father

that’ll cross the line even if it will cease his life. A father that’ll do everything for his family, more than

smoking and drinking. Born from a home with a broken fence, I lived my life finding my way through the

candle of my mother. Sitting in the front of television, I hear a family’s voice. Laughing, hugging, smiling and

playing, I wondered: “Is that how it feels to have a perfect family?” But there’s no such things as perfect.

Challenges will lurk, as shown in the movie where John has to decide which way to take just to save his son.

Lost in the middle of nowhere, he grasped the last of his choices and held on the gun to open a way for him.

Movie will always be movie until it strike you. Right from the start of the movie, I was holding myself firmly,

waiting for an impact. Walking on the scenes as if I was there, I saw a happy family in a car, playing guessing

words and thumb wrestling. I saw a prayer with all of them present, suit and ties wearing. I witnessed father

crying, hugging the broken mother who were already begging for the life of her son. I watched him worked to

death, passed paper works that seems worthless in the eyes of some people, and sold properties for gains or

losses. This reminded me the last time my father lifted a sharpened metal above the height of mother that was

another meter of the house. I was powerless, crybaby and stupid…for letting things flow that brought us in this

house we can’t call home. Recalling the past years of my naïve self, I found broken pieces of dreams, wishes of

nothing but a sugar coated lies. A pictures scattered all over the floor of the prison I once called home. Outside,

a familiar back of a man was walking with a woman who’s not my mother. In the dimmest corner, a woman,

holding a picture frame of 3 children, was crying. This may just a simple imagination to others but a reality, an

unescapable reality I was hiding.