My firend Yosra and I have sort of been slacking on our dual subject blogging. Perhaps it comes with the fact that we live in slow-paced countries. She’s an American revert living in Egypt with her husband and adorable son, and although our lives are totally different, they are reflective at the same time.

She came up with the idea to write an article called “Things My Mom Would Hate About Living Here” (which you should read here) and I have modified that to "Things That My Mom and Dad Would Both Love and Hate About Living Here." I’m of course overwhelmed with entries on the list so I’ve narrowed it down to the following:

Let’s start with Mom:


1)    The first thing (and to me the funniest) is that in order to get here, she would have to board a plane. In order to board a plane, she would have to enter an airport. In order to get on said plane, she’d have to face her worst fear in life: The Airport X-Ray Vision Scanner. She is adamant about the fact that these exist, which of course they don’t. I’ve traveled all over the world, have been in airports in many cities and not once have I ever seen this alleged “naked-vision” machine. Despite my numerous declarations that nobody is going to see her in her underwear, she is convinced the TSA workers and everyone else in line are going to see her girly parts.
2)    Another downside is the lack of Zombie shows aired here. I’ve been out of the States for a while but it seems like everyone is Zombie crazy, including her. You won’t find any creepy, slimy, dirty freaks walking around here. Or maybe you might.
3)    There’s no Fresca here. Anywhere.
4)    She likes her personal space. Kiss that goodbye upon entry into the Kingdom of Morocco. The lovely women here have no problem pushing, shoving, and generally ignoring your existence. It happens in the souk, the mosque, the bus, the cell phone store, everywhere. “Cutting” is part of the norm and they like to just wedge their way all up in your area. Grown men will just blatantly step in front of you in line, assuming you won’t say anything. Unless of course, you’re a loud-mouthed American like me. As far as talking goes, the space cushion has not yet been introduced. People will get ALLLLLL up in your grill with their unbrushed teeth and talk to you like it’s no big deal. I can hear my mom’s famous words in my head now: “Yer crowdin’ me, yer crowdin’ me!!”
5)    Another bummer: There’s no official Apple Store here. What’s a Mac-lover to do?
6)    There’s generally not a lot of air conditioning here either, which makes the close proximity to people in layers of clothes even less desirable.  She likes it cool. Probably because SHE’S cool. If it hits a degree above 65, the AC is cranked in the house. Not sure how she’d adjust to the African summers here.
7)    DANGER. This word does not exist in Moroccan vocabulary or mindset. There is nothing wrong with a family of 4 on a moped (with no helmets of course) and a newborn baby being a part of the entourage. I’m serious when I say I see it every day. There are gaping holes in the sidewalks the size of refrigerators and plenty of other atrocities that are considered normal. She would for sure be appalled, shocked, and speechless at the total disregard for safety. I have become desensitized to it, but sometimes I still shake my head in utter disbelief.

Watch your step!

A plastic grocery bag will fix it. Good job guys.

Stellar hole patch.
I hope your toddler is paying attention to where he's walking.
Exposed electrical wires for the kids.
No big deal.


1)    The lack of order. My dad loves structure. He loves when things are “just so” and done in an orderly manner. Yeah, you won’t find that here. Most things are done all willy-nilly.
2)    He also like crazy weather. Nope, not gonna find that here. No thunderstorms, no blizzards, no hot/cold pockets, nada. Just sunny, balmy, and breezy almost every single day of the year. It rained the other day and I got so excited like a little kid. I ran to the window, opened it and just smelled rain. It’s been waaaay too long since I’ve smelled rain and it was fantastic. I’m sure my dad would miss sitting with the balcony window open and hearing the hard rain pour down. I know I do.
3)    You will not find any Green Bay Packers games on tv here. Just like most Americans could care less about soccer, Moroccans could care less about American Football. His chants of  “GO PACK GO!” would fall on deaf ears.
4)    Music isn’t halal in a Muslim country (or anywhere else) so it’s pretty safe to bet he wouldn’t be able to hear any Beatles songs on the oldies station. There’d definitely be “Lonesome Tears in His Eyes” about that.
5)    Another thing my dad loves is English-speaking Customer Service Representatives. Not here. Nope. The term “customer service” is widely unknown. There is no such “the customer is always right” mindset. In fact, it’s the opposite. It’s more like “Who cares about the customer as long as we’re making money.” Take for example my issues with the monopolizing company Maroc Telecom. I paid for a week of internet usage and of the 7 days, 5 of them were completely without service or connection whatsoever. When I went to the MT store to request a refund of the 5 days or 5 additional days free, I was laughed at. The guy looked at me like I was nuts. His response? “Ma areftsh.” That’s Arabic for “I don’t know” and he literally shrugged his shoulder and shouted “NEXT!” over my shoulder.
6)    I’m not sure if my dad is into Zombies, but he’s for sure into tv. He has his separate room in the house, aka his “man cave” where he watches his regular lineup of favorites. Unless he wants to watch HOUSE or Prison Break dubbed in French, I’m sure he probably wouldn’t be too thrilled about the lack of availability here. Satellite dishes are more common in houses than hot water so maybe he could make nice with a neighbor. Or at least his dish cables…
7)    Hot rods and Harleys. The loud motor and exhaust sounds are only a faint memory for me because the scrawny motorbike is the vehicle of choice for most of the population. While I understand its affordability and convenience, it just doesn’t hold a flame to a dual-exhaust LOUD Harley. Chances are, you won’t find a ’67 Chevelle layin’ around anywhere, either. Cancel the “Scoop the Loop” date.



1)    Jammies at all times. (I mean come on, who wouldn't love that?) Yep, there’s no need to get all dolled up. It’s perfectly normal and acceptable to wear your lounge clothes during all hours of the day. When it’s time to leave the house, you just upgrade and throw a robe over your pajamas and BOOM! you’re ready to hit the streets. Not only can you wear PJs and robes around town, it’s encouraged! And your hair? Pshhhh…forget it. You just throw a scarf on and go. Makeup is reserved for your husband so when you leave the house, you don’t bother with that either. Could it get any better? The best part is that this is what most people in Agadir do. You fit right in. No fuss, no muss. (Side Note: does anyone even know what muss is?)
2)    Fresh fruit and produce. We are talking like THEE best fruits and veggies ever. And they’re dirt-cheap. Why? Probably because there’s still dirt on them when you buy them, that’s how fresh they are. Sure you might have a sink full of mud after you wash your taters, but if you’re paying like 2 cents a pound, who cares? 
3)    Grocery prices. You can shop at the souk and buy a week’s worth of food for the whole family for less than 20 bucks. The food here is really cheap so it makes cooking more fun when you have such cheap fresh ingredients available every day of the year. (But still no Fresca).
4)    My art gallery of a house. I’ve turned my whole house into an art-filled gallery of sorts. I’ve done so many things in there and taken a lot of inspiration from my mom and her minimalist/bold sense of style. There’s a peacock feather painting, a chalkboard fridge, cool jazzy stuff, and glitter everywhere. (ok, so the glitter is all me).  I think she’d like to see my creativity come to life in the design of a funky Moroccan pad.
5)    The cool jewelry. My mom LOVES unique art and also unique jewelry. Her wedding ring is by choice diamond-free and in the shape of cool net/web pattern. It’s SO cool and so her. I’m sure she’d have a field day here with all the artisan one-of-a-kind pieces. You can also get just about anything custom-made for next to nothing. The Moroccan style is sometimes very apparent, and sometimes just subtle enough to be mixed with modern design.
6)    The camping. Nothing beats the camping here. You can camp in the mountains, on a cliff, next to waterfalls, in a cave, in the desert with camels and toureg nomads, in a grass field in the middle of nowhere, or in a sea of sand and palm trees. The African sunsets are insanely beautiful and there’s so much variety in the terrain here that you could spend a lifetime exploring this small country. By far, my mom’s favorite part about Morocco would be the… “NAY-CHUR!”

Private camping on an oceanside cliff

One of my favorite spots in Paradise Valley

Sunset from the kitchen window

Cool-ery Jewelry


1)    Lounge clothes. My dad is a huge fan of comfort over fashion and that attitude is perfect here. He could wear the traditional saggy-booty pants, sweats, breezy linen pants, and flowy robes like the rest of the guys do here. The fuqiya is a dream come to to the not-so-haute-couture dude. Total plus.
2)     Pizza on every corner. Yep, there’s a pizza place every few hundred feet. My dad and I used to eat pizza like 3 days a week (yeah, for real) and even had pizza one year for Thanksgiving. I mean, who wants to baste a turkey for 4 hours? Get real. I think he’d be more than happy to partake in the ol’ pizza pie. Fun fact: Moroccans love sardines, calamari, and even tuna on pizza! What the?!
3)    The man café.  99% of the patrons in the cafés here are men. It’s where all the dudes go to drink coffee, socialize, smoke, or watch the big football (soccer) matches. Everyone just sits around and chills. Since my dad is retired, I bet he’d like to just hang out and relax with the locals.
4)    The motorbike. Despite its missing “bad-assedness” the motorbike is actually fun. I could totally see him scootin’ around town, hair blowin’ in the wind. Perhaps with a leather Harley-Davidson jacket on...
5)    Golfing. Agadir is home to some gorgeous courses. They hold big national and international tournaments here and Agadir is known for its lush green fairways. Since the weather is always nice, it’s available almost every day of the year and there’s plenty of different spots to choose from.
6)    Hearing the call to prayer every morning. The calls from the mosques are very loud and can be heard as early as 4-something in the morning depending on the time of year and the sunrise times. My dad likes to get up really early anyway, so he’d probably be up before the call. You can usually hear 4 or 5 men calling from different mosques because there’s usually that many within earshot of any house. There’s a certain sense of peace associated with it and hearing it so early is very calming. I bet he’d like to watch the sunrise and feel the city wake up.


It's TEE time.

...and now it's TEA time. Note the robes. Chill mode.

Gitcha motor runnin...

I think my mom’s favorites would be the artsy stuff and nature and my dad’s faves would be the golfing and the laid back attitude. He’s pretty laid-back himself and if he saw the fam on the moped he’d probably be like, “There ya go! It’s cheap thrills for the kids!”  Either way, it would be interesting to see how they’d do in this magical, crazy, enchanting, lovely, warm and welcoming place called Morocco. Now hurry up and book your tickets. (and wear long johns for the X-Ray Vision scanners).

Show me whatcha werkin' with.


This guy's nuts.

Food on a stick. Yes.

It's not a lamp-shade. It's a sun-shade.

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Rihanna Illuminati Umbrella Video Explanation

In my earlier post explaining Madonna’s Superbowl Halfime Illuminati symbolism, (you can open it in a new window if you click HERE) I mentioned the idea of possibly doing a write-up about other popular artists involved in the satanic rituals/worshipping and what goes on in music videos. The things that most people don’t notice are strategically placed symbols, signs, and affirmations that the the artist is involved in satanic acts. Now, before you call me a crazy conspiracy theorist, take a minute and see for yourself. The more I started researching into this, the more obvious things have become. It’s to the point now where it’s so blatantly obvious that you have to be completely naïve to think it’s all a coincidence. 

I would like to do a post about the mechanics of the Project Monarch and MKULTRA in the future, but this is a good introduction into the secrets and underlying dark messages of the music industry. Unfortunately, people have no idea who they’re really idolizing and how much filth is laced within the song’s message. Let’s take a closer look.


Before I get into the graphics of the video and the visual messages, I want to first talk about the meaning of the phrase “under my umbrella.”

When I first heard this song, I thought it was a girl singing about her boyfriend. It seemed like she was talking about protecting him from the metaphoric storm by shielding him with her umbrella. Of course, I don’t think she meant she was in the rain literally. If you look closer and read the lyrics, they really don’t make a whole lot of sense. However, if you know what the words are referencing, it suddenly becomes obvious.

The phrase “under my umbrella” usually means “under my protection”. When you are under someone or something’s protection, this something has power over you regarding your safety and well-being. The protector is stronger than the one being protected.

The song itself:
The twist with this song is that it’s not just Rihanna singing alone. She actually plays 2 roles: The first part is her singing as Satan who is trying to seduce her so that he can posses her. The second part of the song is her singing as herself and responding to him and his propositions.

The intro starts with Jay-Z ( a known Illuminati puppet who bashes God in his music…but that’s a whooooole nuther post. And yes, I said “nuther.”) His verse goes like this:

No clouds in my stones

Let it rain, I hydroplane in the bank
Coming down with the Dow Jones

When the clouds come we gone, we Rocafella

We fly higher than weather

And G5’s are better,
You know me,
an anticipation, for precipitation.
Stacked chips for the rainy day

Jay, Rain Man is back with little Ms. Sunshine,
Rihanna where you at?

What it means:

No clouds in my stones

Let it rain, I hydroplane in the bank

“No clouds in my stones” refers to the flawless grade of perfect diamonds. Only the super rich can afford these.
He doesn’t care if it rains because he hydroplanes, which means he effortlessly skims above it all. The storm of rain that’s coming down with the Dow Jones is a reference to the collapsing state of the economy and the  economic state (that doesn’t really affect him). As VC put it, he doesn’t care about the financial crisis,  he “hydroplanes in the bank”.  In other words, while the bank is being flooded by this storm and people are drowning in it, he’s above the water and  surviving the crisis. Let’s not forget Jay-Z’s record label is called Rocafella which is derived from the Rockafeller family who has historically controlled America’s banking system.

We fly higher than weather

And G5’s are better,

Here he’s talking about how he’s so high up that he’s not really concerned with the weather (aka the financial storm/disaster) and he’s part of the elite who is not worried about what the “commonfolk” deal with. A G5 is a private jet and his ability to travel in one makes him feel like he’s at a higher status.

You know me,
an anticipation, for precipitation.
Stacked chips for the rainy day

Everyone knows Jay-Z is filthy rich. He is basically saying he has already prepared for a major financial crisis by saving money, aka “stacking chips” for when that time will come.

Finally he says:
Jay, Rain Man is back with Little Miss Sunshine,
Rihanna where you at?

Jay and Rain Man (another common name for the devil) are back collaborating once again. They are looking for Little Ms. Sunshine. Sunshine is what? Light. This is her final stage of being like an innocent good girl associated with light. Now we see her and she’s all edgy and dark. Her image has completely changed since we first saw her and her bubbly Barbadian personality. Her first album, entitiled “Music of the Sun” featured upbeat dance music. The album which “Umbrella” is on is called “Good Girl Gone Bad.” It’s spelled out for us that the transformation has taken effect.

RIHANNA’S PART (speaking as the devil)

You have my heart

And we’ll never be worlds apart

May be in magazines

But you’ll still be my star
Baby cause in the dark

You can’t see shiny cars

And that’s when you need me there

With you I’ll always share

This is the first part I talked about where the devil is trying to seduce her and convince her to let him posses her. (I know this sounds totally crazy, but just hear me out. Seriously.) The lyrics can be interpreted like this:

You have my heart – I love you
We’ll always be close
You might have fame (she “may be in magazines”)
But you’ll still be me star, golden child, etc.
Because when times are dark and you feel alone
And you can’t buy shiny cars and luxuries of this world anymore
That’s when you’ll need me to protect you
With you I’ll always share money and material things

When the sun shines, we’ll shine together
Told you I’ll be here forever
Said I’ll always be your friend
Took an oath I’ma stick it out till the end
Now it’s raining more than ever
But we’ll still have each other
You can stand under my umbrella
You can stand under my umbrella

When things are successful for you, they’re good for both of us
I’ll be here (inside of her) forever
I’ll always be your friend and be here for you
I promised to protect you forever
Now the financial storm is getting worse than ever
But we’ll still have each other
I can protect you
I can protect you

Verse 2
These fancy things, will never come in between

You’re part of my entity, here for Infinity

When the war has took it’s part

When the world has dealt it’s cards

If the hand is hard, together we’ll mend your heart

No matter how much you buy with the money I provide you, I’m still within you
You’re part of my entity, for Infinity (not just her time on earth)
When the world is in an upheaval (or fitnah)
When the world comes to an end
If you’re in a bad situation, we will both make your heart feel better

Note that the devil says “you’re part of my entity”. If this song really WAS about a girl and her boyfriend, although it is clearly not, they wouldn’t have said “entity.” That’s just weird and no one says that. According to dictionary.com, "entity" can be defined as “being or existence, especially when considered as distinct, independant, or self-contained.” “Here for infinity” also hints that the devil is with her not just for her temporary life on earth, but after as well. 
You can run into my arms

It’s okay don’t be alarmed
Come into me

There’s no distance in between our love

So go on and let the rain pour

I’ll be all you need and more

Here is where the devil and Rihanna are talking again. In order for the viewers to understand this, the video flip flops and reverses her as she’s talking. She’s facing opposite directions in order to indicate that it’s a conversation and not her singing alone.

First the devil says:
You can run into my arms

It’s okay don’t be alarmed

Run to me and seek refuge with me
Don’t be afraid

Then Rihanna says:
“Come into me”

Ok, I agree to this. Come inside of me and posses me.

Together they sing:
There’s no distance in between our love

There’s no distance now because he is actually inside of her

Then the devil says:
So go on and let the rain pour

I’ll be all you need and more

Forget about what’s going on around you, ignore the financial ruin
I’ll take care of you beyond your expectations.

There is tons of symolism and imagery to back up everything I just said. In a disgusting and sick way, the devil has actually come inside of her to posess her and there are sexual references throughout the video. He takes control of her and it’s very similar to rape.

The video opens with Jay-Z surrounded by 6 women dressed in black with sunglasses that make them look like FBI Agents. They are representing his handlers. (If you don’t know what handlers are, I’ll discuss it more in an upcoming blog like I mentioned earlier.)

Next, it shows Rihanna wearing a black latex outfit and she’s wearing a top-hat (very masculine) and one eye is covered. Notice her gnarly nails that are very gross and disturbing. They’re not like human nails, instead they are like nasty creature claws.

In this shot, it’s supposed to be like the devil is talking to her and she’s dressed like him. This coincides directly with the lyrics of course. He’s trying to seduce her so he can get inside of her mentally and physically.

While she’s still wearing the white dress, this is when he symbolically rapes her and goes inside of her. Notice how the white dress is her innocence before and she is trying to protect herself from the chrome liquid. In one frame, we can see the outline of the Baphomet head. As a reminder, his was shot in a studio and of course it’s not real water. That means someone had to manually add this in so it’s definitely not a coincidence. The liquid represents the semen of the devil, and she gets hit by it 6 times.

This is Baphomet, a satanic symbol, in case you didn't know.

In this promotional picture below, you can see the water coming at her from the side, not from above. Rain falls from above when you use an umbrella but here it is being shot out horizontally, much like ejaculation.

Of course one eye is covered.

Afterwards, she is completely covered in his semen, aka the chrome all over her body. She’s now inside of a triangle which is a well-known representation of the phallus, the penis, and male energy in general. The triangle is all around her and is encompassing her.

This is the Baphomet head. It's anatomically impossible to do this.

If you pay attention in the video, you will notice a very quick flash of an image around 2:46. It’s Rihanna bent in such a way that she forms the image of the devil in the form of Baphomet. Just under her shoulders forms the eyes and her head and hair make up the mouth. Her arms are outstretched in the shape of his horns, too. This image has for sure been Photoshopped because it’s physically impossible to  get into this position in real life. It’s only on the screen for a split second—a perfect example of subliminal messaging.
After her “rape” happens, she is now transformed into the bad girl and her white dress of innocence is gone. She goes from light to dark--white dress to black outfit. She has 6 handlers like Jay-Z had in the beginning and she dances around all provocatively with the umbrella, which some say is another phallic symbol. 

The devil convinced her and he got what he wanted. The most disturbing part is that she’s begging for more at the end. Listen:

It’s raining

Ooh baby it’s raining
Baby come into me

Come into me

It’s raining

Oh baby it’s raining


You can watch the video in a new link if you click: Rihanna-- Umbrella Video

Once again, we have another example of disturbing music that the general public just sings along to like robots. 
Let's not forget, Rihanna went from this:

To this:

There is soooo much more to what’s going on here and this is just one video. I could analyze all kinds of videos but that’s not really what this blog is for. I’ll probably post a few more video breakdowns of other artists (they’re all involved: Jay-Z, Beyonce, Britney, Lady Gaga, Nicki Minaj, Lil Wayne, and I could go on and on) only because it’s interesting to me and I want people to see what I’m seeing. It’s all out there. You just have to open your eyes and look for it.

…or you can turn a blind eye and pretend it’s not there.

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