I can never forget Ramadan of 2004 when I reported to PAF academy Risalpur. It was 1st Ramadan and unfortunately, I left home early and reached there around 1400 hours ... It was a bunch of confused recruiters (Including me) in hands of OMG kind of cannibals ... Thank God they took our trunk by truck but we had to carry rest of the luggage with us .. I vividly remember carrying my quilt on my head and God knows what my mum packed in those two giant bags which I was carrying in both hands ...
By 1700 hours , my bags were torn coz we were running all day dragging our luggage on concrete roads ... It was a welcome familiarization tour that we were getting .
I collapsed little before iftaari ( My guess was due to dehydration but I was termed as sissy of the group ) . It was the worst day yet , until the next dawn ... Next couple of months followed in the same fashion until we got used to it ... Those were worst depressing time to be honest 
but I learned
Things can always be more worse 
and by that I don't mean only metaphorically rather as literal as it can get 
so be thankful
If it doesn't kill you, it only makes you stronger
my whole point sharing the whole episode was @fazalwahab11375 you rock and you are going to get through it just fine , Insha Allah
