Essay on “Doing the Right Thing”
Mrs John, Please arrive here!
Beat! Beat! Beat! And now my heart beats faster. Nervous as a cat that hears a mouse in the
wall.
I arrived there. Now, what do you want to say about your son being charged as a murderer
for killing his wife?
I will say what that is true.
So you are an eye witness in this case? Yes, I said in a lower voice.
Thousands of questions roaming inside my mind. What will people say? How will you face
yourself? How will you face society? But for what? For giving a true statement…. Yes, if I
make the false statement although I can save my son but my parents have always taught not
to hold the wrongs’ hand. But ! But ! But !
Excuse me! Mrs John! What are you thinking? Please do not waste the court’s time because
your statement will enclose the murderer’s mystery name.
At my right side, the superego in my unconscious mind suggests to me to do the right thing.
Whereas the left side, the id perspective suggests me not to enclose my true observation. If I
listen to the right side I will have to make the true statement for which my son will be in jail
for seven years and the girl will get justice. But if I listen to my left side, by making a false
statement I can save my own son but…..
Finally ! It's time for me to say. Everyone is silent and no sound could be heard except the air
conditioner's air browling sound. Uff! Soon took a deep breath.’My Lord! That night, on 27th
October 2017 it was raining cats and dogs. I have just returned from outside fully drenched
in rain. Soon I could hear a loud sound of fighting. Imraan, my son was fighting with his wife
as he was suspecting her of having an affair with his best friend. She tried to explain the
situation to him several times but he refused to accept.
Soon when she came near him, he grabbed her hair and pushed her towards the wooden
chair. Immediately, he came out of the room,sweating,appalling,highly strung and escaped
from the house. I did see all the incidents from the window and her wife hid at the wooden
table at her head and soon she…..Your Honor, you already know what happened later. She
died. Soon after that statement the judge announced my son as a murderer and he was
sentenced to jail for seven years.
Till that day. I have been taunted as a bad mother by my own husband, the whole society
and yes by my criminal son. Yes, it hurts a lot to hear and get the title of ‘Bad Mother’. But I
can spend my entire life with no guilt as the girl got justice and by seeing the relieved face of
Mrs John, Please arrive here!
Beat! Beat! Beat! And now my heart beats faster. Nervous as a cat that hears a mouse in the
wall.
I arrived there. Now, what do you want to say about your son being charged as a murderer
for killing his wife?
I will say what that is true.
So you are an eye witness in this case? Yes, I said in a lower voice.
Thousands of questions roaming inside my mind. What will people say? How will you face
yourself? How will you face society? But for what? For giving a true statement…. Yes, if I
make the false statement although I can save my son but my parents have always taught not
to hold the wrongs’ hand. But ! But ! But !
Excuse me! Mrs John! What are you thinking? Please do not waste the court’s time because
your statement will enclose the murderer’s mystery name.
At my right side, the superego in my unconscious mind suggests to me to do the right thing.
Whereas the left side, the id perspective suggests me not to enclose my true observation. If I
listen to the right side I will have to make the true statement for which my son will be in jail
for seven years and the girl will get justice. But if I listen to my left side, by making a false
statement I can save my own son but…..
Finally ! It's time for me to say. Everyone is silent and no sound could be heard except the air
conditioner's air browling sound. Uff! Soon took a deep breath.’My Lord! That night, on 27th
October 2017 it was raining cats and dogs. I have just returned from outside fully drenched
in rain. Soon I could hear a loud sound of fighting. Imraan, my son was fighting with his wife
as he was suspecting her of having an affair with his best friend. She tried to explain the
situation to him several times but he refused to accept.
Soon when she came near him, he grabbed her hair and pushed her towards the wooden
chair. Immediately, he came out of the room,sweating,appalling,highly strung and escaped
from the house. I did see all the incidents from the window and her wife hid at the wooden
table at her head and soon she…..Your Honor, you already know what happened later. She
died. Soon after that statement the judge announced my son as a murderer and he was
sentenced to jail for seven years.
Till that day. I have been taunted as a bad mother by my own husband, the whole society
and yes by my criminal son. Yes, it hurts a lot to hear and get the title of ‘Bad Mother’. But I
can spend my entire life with no guilt as the girl got justice and by seeing the relieved face of
