Well, as far as I remember, the first time I heard about CSS was when I was a little girl going to school. Our teacher told us that her brother had graded the hardest exams on the planet… and I was like ‘Oh man!’

For me, the beginning was quite abrupt… My mom had always insisted on the matter of taking the CSS exams, but I always turned a deaf ear to her, until December 2010… I don’t know what exactly happened. but I decided to take the exams. I took my copy of the CSS guide from the nearest bookstore and selected my themes overnight… On December 20, 2010 I submitted my application… and I said to myself ‘what have I done?’ – He had done something he had no idea about just a week before.

Anyway, I started studying… I didn’t get stressed, even though my condition was lame. With great faith in Allah, I began to search for useful material on the Internet and elsewhere. I caught as much as I could get… but studying them was a challenge, especially considering the fact that I didn’t have a lot of time and people around me had high hopes for me. I didn’t want to base myself before them…I had to!!! All of this was onerous enough to add me. ‘Do it, Amna’ – my inner voice shouted.

I gave up my social life and hid myself from my room. A state of hibernation, you could say. Watching TV before bed was something I had to hold on to, otherwise I would go crazy… That ‘TV time’ was the time to read the MCQs. My preparation was good… actually quite good as I was able to handle stress well.

Exam days weren’t that stressful… I didn’t touch a single book during those 5 days (10 papers in a row). I’d just take the papers, go home and relax. I just wanted my brain to have some breathing room.

After much waiting, the written result finally came out… now I could tell all my impatient relatives and friends. The first time I opened the results document, I quickly looked at it and therefore missed my name… I mistook the roll numbers for the serial numbers… I thought my dream was shattered!! ! My hopes turned into debacle!!! I then typed my name into the search bar and found it was there. Yes! I had made it!!! I was there!!! Yiipppeee!!! Thank Allah a thousand times…!

The qualifying written exams didn’t surprise me, but the thought of the end result gave me the creeps. This time I studied enough… I had five months to check the newspapers and check my electives. So, I worked really hard to catch up.

The psychological evaluation was kind of fun… It was interesting to have your competitors right in front of you; each and every one giving their best. The interview went very well… I didn’t throw a single question, but the idea of ​​not making the merit list was constantly running through my head.

At last the final result came out… Merit 114 and 11th position in KPK was all I could wish for. He was safe!!!

The assignments were like a formality… I already knew my group through calculations on the forum and my own personal understanding of how things move. So, I am here today writing this, hypnotizing all that I have been through for this dream, a dream to serve my nation…to tax them for a prosperous Pakistan! Yahhhhoooooo!!!!

Thank Allah!