Arabic Insults Novels & Stories

I rebuked pointedly and the man lifted his head to laugh boisterously. ‘Arrogant pompous pig.’ I snorted angrily. ‘Pig? Far from it, my dear Becca. If you really want to insult the man, then you can do better by using a truer word. Don’t stoop low by using cheap words that don’t qualify in describing the man.’ My conscience jeered with a snort and I felt ashamed. I can’t believe I failed at even mere insults.

His eyes, eyes that used to crinkle with pride when I recited Quran verses perfectly as a child, eyes that beamed at my graduation photos last night, are now black with something close to hatred. “You shameless, ungrateful girl,” he hisses. Each word is a lash on my skin, leaving marks on my heart. “You have dragged the Al-Fariz name through the filthiest gutter imaginable. Do you even understand what you’ve done?” I try to rise, my arms shaking. My hijab has slipped sideways, causing strands of hair to cling to my tear-wet cheeks. “Baba, please…let me explain…”

"Wretch? Bastard? Bastard? Trashy? You can say those words or more, I don't care. If there's one thing I have to thank my family for, it's for raising me by saying so many ugly things to me, they don't hurt me anymore. >> Rather, I see it as a desperation to win a lost dispute. Because when there are no more arguments to defend oneself, insult is the only way out. But, you have a way out; hand over what doesn't belong to you" I say smiling and that makes the man in front of me look at me with anger. "Malnacida!"

she yelled fuming with anger. "Mom, I didn't insult you. I am just saying that Whitney doesn't deserve the horrible words you are hurling at her neither does she deserve the harsh way you are talking to her?" "Now, listen to me, you little boy! You may not be insulting me directly but you are talking rudely and disrespecting me in the presence of my servant. Tell me, how is that different from an insult?" "Mom, it is different cos I never mentioned any foul word." "Will you shut up! You are talking back at me and you feel it's not an insult?" she asked with disbelief.

Alexander pushed Joseph away with all the strength he has, "Leave my mommy alone!" Joseph glared at Alexander and sneered, "So, after leaving me, you even gave birth to a bastard?" Arabella slapped him hard, making him fall to the ground with the move he never expected, "Don't you dare insult my son, I'll kill you, I can bear any insult directed at me, but not at my child, you're the sick bastard clinging to me like a mad dog, even though you know I despise you, who on earth you're trying to call a bastard when you're a retarded?"

The respect she has for him disappeared after realizing what he meant. "Who are you? What right do you have to insult us?" “I know what kind of people you are. You and your friend like sucking off royal blood. You must be itching to bait a rich man." Now, she is very angry. It's okay if she's the only one he's insulting, but her friend is also included. It's just not right and she also doesn't know what this guy's problem is. "Be careful of your words! What do you know, insulting us like this?"

“She said she isn’t interested, big A. So let the girl be and just find your fun somewhere else.” A firm voice said from behind us, making me flinch because again, even though it was so sweet and soft. It was sickening at the same time, and my stomach clenched. Not even being raped made me feel like this. “OH, the Arabic bitch is here, what? Are you interested in this little chocolate morsel in here now? I thought you don’t swing that way besides you have that trans bitch who you always jump on her dick each night, so why now the sudden interest, Muslim bitch?!”

She knows she's going overboard with all the insults and everything but he deserves it, he deserves every single one of it. "Fatima mind your language. I'm your elder brother and you need to respect me." Sa'eed deadpans. "See who's talking about respect. Did you know that there was something called respect when you ignored the fact that your wife doesn't like Aleesha? Look, I'm done with you right now. Don't ever talk about respect to me. You were once my second role model but right now, I'd rather lick the floor of a Nigerian public bathroom than to respect you. Now if you'll excuse me, some of us have mothers who we didn't attempt to murder in cold blood who are still in the hospital that

They have no mercy, and I sense like I'll be left with many marks. It hurts, it hurts a lot, but I can't do anything; there are too many of them, and I don't have many skills. If I try to defend myself, I'll only embarrass myself even more. "Get up and fight, you netarious creature!" Lola says. "First of all, it's pronounced 'nefarious.,'" I say loudly without moving. "It insults, but it doesn't kill the inglês," I add silently. "You think you're so clever, huh?" Lola says with disdain. "Fake Beta, weak!"

so he had no right to throw it in her face instead she had the right to throw every single sharp object in the kitchen on him until he begs for forgiveness. "Don't give me that collected face you dumb idiot mafia boy, You made a mistake and now I am paying for it!" She shouted. "Did you just throw three insults my way after mentioning it yourself that I belong to mafia" he asked amused. "Not funny you scoundrel! and by the way I just threw two which is dumb and idiot so where did you find the third one?" She asked more annoyed now yet slightest amused. "You call me a boy, that was the biggest insult ever thrown in my face, If it isn't visible to your eyes by now I am a man" he smirked.