VoicesWithAnisaQalbii

Venezuela President has played not guilty

1 day ago | [YT] | 0

VoicesWithAnisaQalbii

Where is our new episode pertaining about the US attacking Venezuela and capturing the Venezuelan president and their first lady what are your thoughts on this? Oil?

https://youtu.be/YzlNV0-YFrI?si=2zGk8...

3 days ago | [YT] | 0

VoicesWithAnisaQalbii

OUR 100th video will be up tomorrow at 10am cst! 12/14/25
It’s about #ai!

YAAAAY

3 weeks ago | [YT] | 1

VoicesWithAnisaQalbii

YouTube has officially denied reinstating our old channel, Voices With Anissa Qalbii.

Alhamdulillah.
It hurts — but it’s okay.

We’re choosing to see this as a blessing in disguise. This rebooted channel, in shā’ Allāh, will rise higher, reach further, and stand stronger — first and foremost aligned with our core values, rooted in sincerity, and focused on pleasing our Creator before anything else.

What’s meant for us will never miss us.

To our new subscribers — thank you 🩷
To the viewers, sharers, supporters, and even the critics — you’re all welcome here. Every voice sharpens the journey.

This is not an ending.
It’s a cleaner beginning.

3 weeks ago | [YT] | 1

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Still fighting YT to get our main channel back that had 601 subs

Almost like 2 wks since its been falsely taken down without any warning

1 month ago | [YT] | 3

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Thank you to my new subscribers & those that engage in the content i post🥺🥺

1 month ago | [YT] | 1

VoicesWithAnisaQalbii

When Love Feels Like Walking on Eggshells

Aisha had always been a woman of warmth. The kind who made a home feel like a sanctuary, the kind whose love was tucked into the smallest of details-his coffee just the way he liked it, the scent of freshly laundered clothes, the way she always greeted him at the door with a smile, no matter how exhausted she was.

But lately, that warmth had started to dim.

Jamal noticed it in the small things. The way her laughter came less often, the way her words were careful, measured, as if she were tiptoeing around invisible lines. He noticed it in the silence at dinner, in the way she never asked him how his day was anymore. He told himself she was just tired. That women changed after a few years of marriage. That maybe this was normal.

Until one night, he walked in, tired and hungry, and sat at the dinner table. The smell of food filled the room, comforting in a way that made him feel, for the first time all day, at ease. He picked up his spoon, took a bite—then winced. Too salty.

Before he could stop himself, the words slipped out. "What kind of food is this? Is this popcorn or fried rice?" He scoffed, shaking his head. "I should have married someone who actually knows how to cook."

Aisha didn’t say a word. She simply picked up his plate and took it back to the kitchen. He expected a retort, an eye-roll, maybe even an argument. But the way she moved-the way she didn’t look at him-felt different. Defeated. As if she had already had this conversation in her head a hundred times before and decided that silence was easier.

The food wasn’t the problem. It was the weight of every little thing before this moment. Every time he had criticized her but never praised her. Every time he had corrected her in front of their kids. Every time he had compared her to other women, thinking it would motivate her instead of making her feel like she would never be enough.

He had thought he was just being honest.

But what he hadn’t realized was that criticism, no matter how constructive he thought it was, had chipped away at something fragile inside her. He had never learned that correction isn’t about breaking someone down-it’s about guiding them toward something better.

A different kind of man, in that same moment, might have said:

"Sweetheart, the rice is a little salty today. Yesterday’s one was perfect! Maybe we can adjust it next time for our health?"

And Aisha? She would have smiled, maybe even laughed. They would have eaten dinner together, talked, connected. No walls between them, no invisible wounds.

A wise man corrects with love, not humiliation. He doesn’t raise his voice at his wife-she is not his child. He doesn’t remind her of past mistakes-she is not his competitor. He doesn’t attack her womanhood, her intelligence, her dignity-because he understands that the way a man speaks to his wife is the way he speaks to his own soul.

Jamal sat in the quiet house that night, staring at the untouched plate of food. And for the first time, he asked himself a question he had never considered before:

If I expect my wife to be an angel in my life, have I created a heaven for her to exist in? I created a heaven for her to exist in?

10 months ago | [YT] | 3

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Do you want to be loved like this for the rest of your life? If the answer is no, it’s time to reflect deeply. What is the foundation of this love? Is it rooted in faith, mutual respect, and trust? For those in impermissible relationships, repentance and starting afresh is the first step. For married sisters, consider: Is love the only pillar in your marriage, or is there more?

Let’s explore the wisdom of Umar ibn Al-Khattab (RA): ‘Homes are not built on love alone but on Islam, mutual care, and fulfilling responsibilities.’ True love grows when it’s nurtured by faith and shared values.

Ask yourself: What can I do today to strengthen this relationship? Share your reflections below, sisters! 💬💖*

#MarriageInIslam #Relationships #HealingHearts #Accountability #MuslimWomen #SelfReflection #LoveAndFaith #IslamicMarriage #ThrivingRelationships #QuranAndSunnah #HealingJourney

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