Mishal Rubab
Bio
I write, just vibes and sometimes crack.
Stories (6/0)
The agony
I'll not cry today. I'll just put my tears away under the pillow, the way you hide a letter from a lover under old clothes for years, till death. Tears are for public tragedies; funerals, accidents, departures, anniversaries, and resignations. How can I cry about a tragedy only known to me, How can I write about a crushed hope, a hope that rescued me from the raging shadows of despair and failure? How do childless mothers remember the pregnancies only known to them, the babies who had faces, the kisses in every dream, and the eyes only they have seen? I will not cry today, for I have forgotten how to celebrate a tragedy.
By Mishal Rubababout a year ago in Poets
She/her
Like a candle, she lived with a forced smile, she laughed sweetly and wept bitterly. She was burning through the fire of separation; neither smoke, nor light could be seen in her. Outwardly, she lamented like the wind, inwardly she consumed her heart like the earth.
By Mishal Rubababout a year ago in Poets
To whoever I end up with
Honestly, I can't wait for the days I get to run around the house with you. The nights I get to roll over and see you peacefully sleeping. The evenings I get to take you to see the moon. The nights when we stay in and watch stupid movies all night. The days we go on random adventures with no destination. The midnight trips to the store because we were hungry or ran out of coffee. In the morning, I get to cook you breakfast. There's so much more I could say; I can't wait to experience life with you.
By Mishal Rubababout a year ago in Poets
Chasing dreams
Emma always felt that something was lacking in her life growing up in a little town. She aspired to be a successful singer and tour the world, but it seemed like everyone else was pleased to stay in their comfort zones. Emma's parents encouraged her to pursue a more stable job, but she felt that her love of music was too strong to resist.
By Mishal Rubababout a year ago in Motivation
Acta non verba
There was a little community hidden in a lush green valley. The peasants led modest, laborious lives. They took care of one another while raising their own cattle and cultivating their own food. They had a great sense of camaraderie and respect for one another, which made their community durable and strong.
By Mishal Rubababout a year ago in Motivation