No Ones Perfect!!!!

It seemed quite a surprise, a shock maybe even a nightmare at first. I, Abdullah Fakhry was chosen to be Head Prefect. It felt weird, believe me, with all that power and responsibility, I thought I was going to burn the school for what they did to me. (I even borrowed a lighter from one of my friends that night)

Maybe I was dreaming about it a little when I was form one. I was a little piss off when I wasn’t chosen to become a prefect when I was in primary (mind you it was my mom’s school). So when I was form one I was determined to be known. It was hard. But I had a great leap start. See, what made me famous (as I presume) was because people knew my sister. Yeah I think I would really have to thank her for that. People would address me as Ayesha’s younger brother. And that’s where I made my move.

It started when I was form two. At this time I was already trained as a debater, so it wasn’t that hard nibbling my way on how great I was in public speaking (I was best debater for the Intra-school). It first started with the interview of PRS. I remembered Umi Sapiah coming to me asking me whether I wanted to be one, since I was a person with a flashy tongue, I had a way with words (even though sometimes it might look ridiculous).

I was about to sign in my name for PRS but out of no where I got wind Nafeesa was becoming a PRS, and she wasn’t being interviewed. Hisshhh, I hated the idea. People would correlate me and Nafeesa even more, and I didn’t want that. It was, as to my luck that at that time BADAR and Prefects were being separated with different roles and power. I took my chance and before anyone knew it, I was chosen as BADAR (Badan Dakwah dan Rohani).

BADAR gave me a new vision on how to see the world. It thought me about islam, about how to live, about aqidah and syariah, and most of all about what my name really meant. Form 3 as they say, was the glory of my teen years, although it was the start of a lot of hardships. There were those times where people would condemn us about what we BADAR do, taking Islam so seriously, and at that moment I had to be at my strongest. Don’t care what others say I said to myself.

A year with BADAR changed me a lot. But I was determined to do more than that. Out of the blue, Ustaz Solah invited me to join the prefects. I was reluctant to leave BADAR after everything I went through with it.

And so that’s where the laughing came. At form four I was both BADAR and Prefect, with prefect having more control over me but BADAR having more influence over me (get it?). I wore of course my new peach prefect shirt, but that didn’t stop me acting like a BADAR. And as fast as you knew it, I rose through the ranks of prefect; I became deputy secretary 2 for prefects. It was a lot of work. And that’s where I learned how to manage a system and body. A lot of paper works I had to do, but I thought it was quite fun actually, a lot of classified information I was able to see like what day was it going to be spot checks, who had cigarettes and hand phones behind the teachers back, who had great grades and what were their strength and weakness, and whom to trust and believe.

By the time I was form five, I had a lot in my head. And before I knew it I was chosen as head prefect. I was able to draft some laws and systems of the school, I had unlimited access to the school main computers, and I had school immunity. It was like heaven. There were times when it was hard, when you feel that even though you had all that power in your finger tips, you also had a responsibility towards the school. I could just buy a cigarette, go out at nights while I was in hostel, bully some juniors, and maybe even crash into the girls dormitory (I did had the keys once), but I didn’t. There was more in becoming a prefect than just having power and immunity, there was responsibility. I remembered an old saying: “where there’s great power comes great responsibility”.

Responsibility. And that’s where it all started, I had to make sure the school was at tip top, disciplined you would say. There were times where I had caught some of my friends doing some ugly bad things that you would believe Islamic students would have thought of, I had to get rough with them, and so I was given the codename “Bolpot”, from the Vietnamese dictator. I once called some of my friends on stage for not obeying the school ethics, some teachers even said I was a little too fanatic about my job.

But Allah knew better, thankfully by time I was about to resign my post, my whole batch might have changed for the better, I was thankful, even though the change was small. I remembered one time where one of my friend was a little moody, I knew he was smoking, and the usually people who smoke would get addicted to it. I tried to help him as much as I could, I made sure he was preoccupied with some other things because the way to help someone from doing something worst is to distract him with something else. I even had once asked him whether he would have a game of DotA with me at the school cyber café. Alhamdullillah, he was usually an often smoker, but now he smoke once a month, I’m thankful even if it was a small change, because I learned when I was a BADAR that change has to start small, slowly but surely.

Becoming a member of Majlis Syura (Student Representative Council) for four years has thought me that in life, nothing is perfect or obsolete. Everything is something, everyone is someone, and you have to treat everybody as an individual, not a group. It gave me a new vision about this world I live in and gave me the experience I needed to obtain it.

Peach prefects praising the Perfect One………….