Arabic Insults Novels & Stories

"What? Not my fault you're dumb and you're bringing a diary into your bag at school. You know everyone hated you so it should be you keeping one eye open for your haters." "As if you aren't hated by everyone as well? Illegitimate daughter of the senator. Home wrecker and a shame to the well respected conservative family!" I chuckled hearing his classic and signature insult to me for a very long time. And then I observed myself... Before, I'd instantly flame up once I hear that from him. And most likely, I'd still have the very same reaction if I hear that from someone else. But it's him. And somehow, that insult has watered down to an inside joke between us two.

He facepalmed himself "Which one?" James laughed. "What the hell is wrong with you. You sick son of a bitch." Damen frustratingly said and hit his shoulder. “Ow… that hurts,” James said while holding his shoulder. “Good. It should.” “But think about what I told you.” He smirked again. “Okay. Master James.” He brought his hands together and bowed in front of him.

Said Arfaat trying to relieve himself from the grip of Alhaji Abbas. Alhaji Abbas gave him a dirty blow which took him by suprise, and before he could regain his senses Hajiya Azumi offered him a slap across the face for the second time. Came her angry voice; _”Amma uwarka tayi asaran haihuwa Arfaat_” (you’re a wasted child Arfaat), a tunaninka bazata fada mana abunda ka mata bane?(You thought she won't tell us what you did?) You still had the guts to walk into this house? What type of person are you Arfaat?" Hajiya Azumi bellowed angrily.

The words echoed in Joseph's mind like a venomous curse, poisoning his thoughts and emotions. He felt a wave of anger and disgust wash over him, followed by a deep sense of shame and embarrassment. How dare James Hill utter such a vile insult about his daughter, Sarah? Joseph's mind raced with memories of Sarah's innocence and kindness, her bright smile, and her generous heart. He couldn't reconcile the image of his beloved daughter with the cruel label James had slapped on her. The insult cut deep, piercing Joseph's parental pride and love. He felt a searing pain in his chest, as if his very heart was being torn apart.

Frederick feigned innocence and countered, "Calling someone 'brain-dead' is an insult? Let's ask everyone then. Did I insult him? You're just bullying me because I'm new." Marsh said coldly, "Don't try to twist things. 'Brain-dead' means 'idiot,' doesn't it? Isn't that an insult?" Frederick widened his eyes and replied, "Oh my, I didn't realize 'brain-dead' meant 'idiot'! I thought it meant having an intellectual disability." Marsh snapped angrily, "Isn't that the same thing?"

He seriously asks but I take offense to his statement and glare at him in anger. "Can you not be such an asshole!... Do you even have anything nice in you to say at all?" I ask and he has the mind to look confused like he didn't know his words were insulting. "Okay, whatever you're thinking in your head, know that what I said was NOT meant to be an insult! It was just a statement, okay!" He says, emphasizing the word 'not' "Oh, it wasn't meant to be an insult? Alright if you say so. Sorry, I must have been mistaken then!" I reply sarcastically with a false smile. I attempt to move past him but he also moves to stand in my way."

I gestured with pleading eyes, silently conveying my confusion and my innocence. But Alpha Dante refused to acknowledge my gestures, dismissing them as if they held no significance. He scorned me, tauntingly referring to me as dumb. Each word struck me like a physical blow, compounding the pain that radiated from my cheek. The weight of his insults pressed upon me, threatening to crush my spirit.

You're too proud to do that. He gritted his teeth as he was forced to take off his clothes. “So to rape?” he spoke in perfect Arabic. “Do your friends know how much you love to fuck dogs?” Kéleb's face trembled at the slap, but he remained silent, his fists clenched at his sides. You are free, Kéleb reminded himself.

“Thanks to you, I broke the golden rule.” My heart constricted, and I tensed. My jaw tightened as her insult echoed in the space between us. Bacillus. Braindead. This name-calling was heart-rending and cruel. The words hit harder than they should’ve, because it felt like she was erasing me and rewriting a version of a man she deeply resented.

I’m a Summers witty comebacks are in my DNA. “You really can’t think of a better insult. I told you before, true or false being a lesbian isn’t an insult. Even if I did swing that way, I told you I wouldn’t touch you with a ten-foot pole. So why are you and your gaggle of plastic cunts giddy this early in the morning?” I arched my brow, eyeing each of them.