Cold. Nawing cold. It came biting out of the East.
Of whom it chilled, it cared for least.
Fell voices can be heard on the wind,
Like demons of ice and iron come to commit some blasphemous sin.
So now I go, running on cold, weary feet,
To rest my bones, to seek long, dark sleep.
In the land, where the snows blow and swell,
Makes me think I abode in some dark, forgotten Hell.
Marc has an extensive background as an educator, having taught such diverse subjects as ESL, Arabic, and Islamic studies in both the Detroit area and now in Philadelphia. In 2008, he receive his certificate [ijāzah] in the rules of delivering the Friday sermon [ahkām al-Khutbah] from Imam Anwar Muhaimin of the Quba Institute. Marc now works as a public speaker and khatib in the greater Philadelphia area and many points East and West.