tariqa wardat

...there was still some time for the train to arrive,  Mr Simon waiting for the train  took out a novel from the bag placed beside him,  he was  resting his back against the  back of the bench as if it will be  a long wait , this was his  normal  attitude  whenever he   could  get  snatches of free time   , reading novels was his  first love,  he always carried several novels in his  his luggage,  it seemed the main purpose of his traveling was  for the love of reading novels 

Mr Simon had three additional suitcases besides his carry bag, quite extra large,  decent expensive  clothes and facial countenance defined he was wealthy , his eyes glued to the reading  some minutes passed when he felt a horrifying  touch of a cold knife on his neck,  he was shocked and tried to move his head but he couldn't 

Sit still Mr a rough  crude voice spoke harshly,  

Railway stations were sparsely  crowded,  a few people stood some distance away,  it was  a small backward township,  very few cared to come this way,  Mr Simon belonged here , he owned  landed property and a family house,  every  fortnight he would visit  his roots to go back to the city where he had moved to with his family a few years ago