Let me pipe up real quick.

There was a time not long ago when a brother named Kevin Samuels sat in a suit, behind a desk, giving men advice that felt like medicine.
It was bitter—but it was real.
Women called into his show—he didn’t chase them down.
They asked for truth, but some didn’t like how it sounded once it hit their ears.
Still, Kevin wasn’t yelling to tear them down.
He raised his voice the same way your uncle might if you kept reaching for the stove.
Out of pocket? Sometimes. But always from a place of principle.

Then the next generation came in, and the medicine turned into poison.
Fresh & Fit turned the table into a trap.
Instead of women calling in for accountability, they invited them just to humiliate them.
Clips of men yelling over women, calling them hoes, stacking trauma on top of trauma.
It’s not healing. It’s not leadership. It’s just hurt people hurting people.

And now we got a whole wave of men who think masculinity means rage.
They say women today are out of their “feminine energy.”
That they don’t bring men peace.
But here’s the question, my brother—what peace are you bringing her?

You yelling into the mic every night, talking about you want a soft woman.
But softness ain’t stupid.
She ain’t gonna lay her peace down in a minefield just because you said “submit.”
You want her to be the candle—but you keep being the wind.
She ain’t against you. She’s exhausted.

I’ve seen the posts.
“She needs to cook, clean, stay home, and raise the kids.”
Look, that’s beautiful. For real.
But before you ask her to be a homemaker… you gotta have a home.
And I’m not saying that to shame you—I’m saying that to frame it right.
This world is expensive. We’re all grinding.
So if that’s the dream? Cool.
Make the plan.
Stack. Save. Build. Sacrifice.

If you want a peaceful woman, you gotta build the environment where peace can grow.
You want her to protect your peace? Then protect her flame.
Make her feel safe enough to stay soft.
You want her to hold you down? Then give her something worth holding.
Because love don’t live in ultimatums and loud mics.
It lives in provision, presence, and protection.

And let me say this real clear:
This ain’t about giving women a pass.
There are real problems, real patterns, and real pain out there.
But I’m not a woman—I don’t walk in their shoes.
I can’t speak on their struggles with accuracy.
What I can do… is hold up the mirror to my brothers.
Not to shame us—but to sharpen us.

Because if you say you’re a leader… then lead.
That means going first in peace.
Going first in healing.
Going first in accountability.
She can’t follow someone who ain’t moving.

And don’t get it twisted—gentleness is not weakness.
Gentleness without strength is soft clay, it folds under pressure.
But gentleness with strength?
That’s control.
That’s power under precision.
That’s the storm that chooses not to rain.

And if this red pill world ain’t feeding your spirit, I got something else for you.
The Islam Pill.
No side effects. No rage. No yelling.
Just discipline. Honor. Brotherhood.
You want to be alpha?
Start with salat.
You want submission?
Submit to the One who made you first.

Because the goal ain’t dominance—it’s legacy.
And the legacy you leave will look a lot like the woman you loved and how you loved her.

So check the label before you swallow that pill.
Some of this “masculinity” they’re selling is just trauma in a capsule.
And the cure ain’t in the capsule—it’s in the Qur’an.

Remember we all carry something,

but here you don’t have to carry it alone.

Pipe Up.

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