Stories Arabic Novels & Stories

He stands to greet Lucian, who passes him a smile as he and Gael approach. Karim Abdel: I see you have encouraged him to speak Arabic. His dialect is impressive. Karim hugs Lucian warmly and steps away to marvel at him with a wild, friendly glimmer in his enchanting grey eyes. A thing that sparks a glimmer of familiarity in Lucian's blue orbs. Lucian Slater: He met a friend who speaks it fluently. Karim nods with an impressed smile. Karim Abdel: Our community in Boston is small, but I am pleased to know he has friends of the Arabic persuasion.

I tell them more about my family and myself. “So, you speak Lebanese?” a girl named Bonnie asks me and I can’t help but laugh a little at her question. “Sorry, but Lebanese isn’t a language. It’s a nationality; however, I do speak Arabic.” I explain to her and she nods. “Excuse my ignorance.” She laughed a little. “I know you probably get asked to do this a lot, but can you say something in Arabic right now?” the third girl, Ella, requests. I stay silent for a bit, trying to think about something to say. “Shaklek helw ktir el youm,” I tell her.

"I keep getting the letters mixed up. And I can't seem to pronounce anything right." "Well, I happen to speak Arabic," AJ said. "I can give you some tips, if you want." He grinned that goofy grin again and Kyra found herself agreeing before she could think better of it. AJ leaned forward, their shoulders brushing as he explained the difference between the letter for 'SH' and the letter for 'S.' As he did, Kyra glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. Maybe he was from somewhere in the Middle East, given the Arabic, his chocolatey eyes, and his caramel skin? UP usually had a lot of students from abroad, some exchange students and some doing their full four years here. AJ might be one of t

I'm badly hungry and I wanted to eat but I still remember dad's advice. "Don't own what isn't yours, instead ask for it and if they refuse then Sab'r" Sab'r is an Arabic word that dad mostly used whenever he felt sad, problematic or receive a bad news. It is about being contented with what God has given to you and being grateful for whatever he gives and to trust his plan. Slowly I sat down in a bench outside the restaurant and wait for a passer to ask for some extra money or food. This is something that I didn't do ever in my life but tonight I should set aside my pride. Pride won't feed my hungry stomach.

Victoria cleared her throat and forced a smile. "Hello?" "Oh I'm sorry. Are you the United States? Because I'm from there too, I put what you're doing tourism, isn't it? “Well, yes” she answered a little suspiciously and turned to look to see if the Arab was back “We're just passing through the city, and we've already been to other cities in Ireland. You too?" “Yes, I am also sightseeing with my husband and it has been very wonderful. Nice to meet you..." "I am victory"

he said, holding up a forkful of chicken and bringing it to my lips. I blushed slightly but leaned forward, letting him feed me. The flavors burst in my mouth, and I smiled. “It’s good. Thank you, habibi,” I said instinctively, slipping into Arabic. Nathaniel raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Habibi? How do you know Arabic?” I smirked, finishing another bite before answering. “I used to work at an Arabian embassy. Picked up a few things.” The older couple seated beside us, who had been quietly eating their meal, chuckled at our exchange. The woman leaned closer. “You two are adorable. Newlyweds?”

“Yeah. I also know a bit of colloquial Arabic from when we were in Egypt. And a bit of Spanish from Andalusia. Oh, and a bit of Hindi and even some Welsh. I’ve always been good with languages,” “Wait, you know Arabic? Keyf-al-haal ya habibti!” “Whoa dude, I was like, really young. And it was just a bit of local Egyptian Arabic that we needed for our stay there, though I do plan on learning it.” Zehra dimmed. “Oh, alright. Would’ve been cool to have someone to speak in Arabic to. By the way, what’s the time?” “7.20 pm” Zehra jumped up. “Astaghfirullah, I haven’t prayed Maghrib! Do you have a mat?”

WARNING: Violence described in this chapter is not suitable for younger than 18 THEY say that the beginning of the world is when God created everything in six days and He rested on the seventh day to see his making. But Ara's life started when she was born between a loving husband and wife. She had two doring boys she'd call real brothers. She had a best friend that she can share everything with. She had a stable job. Now she's merely loving her life doing what she loves. Yet blissful fate brought a dangerous man into her life. Everything changed.

His eyes instead saw a familiar woman. Unexpectedly, Araf spoke fluent Arabic. And it turns out that the official Lebanese language is indeed Arabic. Only some of its citizens use English and French. Araf gallantly ordered food. He wanted to ask Edgar what to call. But when Araf looked to the side, Edgar wasn't there. ***

The scent of freshly brewed coffee and warm za'atar bread filled our tiny kitchen as Rami spread printed sketches across the table, each one a wild tangle of arrows, boxes, and his messy Arabic scrawl. Farah knelt on a chair, "helping" by coloring the margins with purple crayon.