Let's talk Burkas, shall we?

It's my last day in Munich...and I have kept it somewhat together about the omnipresent BURKAS in Munich. Alas, I can no longer keep my mouth shut.

I am puzzled.
I don't get them.
I don't understand them.
I remain confused.

Here is why...
The young generation parade around in their black burkas, wearing their veils in a sensual way, with THICK make-up that make the eyes tantalizing and sexual. Their feet are slipped into a beautiful pair of Miu Miu high heeled-sandals and gorgeous hennah designs entice and invite us to wonder what hides beneath the dark cloak.
In the past four days, I see them walk in and out of expensive department stores buying designer clothing as if the clothing were being given away.

So here is my question...
Isn't the purpose in the Muslim religion to wear burkas to maintain modesty?
Does it not say in the Qur’an (Allah’s word, stated by Mohammed)that women should cover their beauties? (perhaps meaning their legs, arms, hair and chests).
If so, where is THIS modest behaviour when you are raising other's curiosity by exuding sexual mystique, eyes adorned with thick lashes and black lined mascara and hues of eye shadow to draw in even a "mildly blind man"??

Glad I got that out of the way.

Here is my next observation...
My room faces an indoor courtyard and I can see a parallel hallway where patrons enter the room. To some extent when am typing away at my desk which faces the window and courtyard, I become the fish in the bowl.

That being said, I cannot tell you the number of unusual behaviours I have witnessed in the last little while. The Saudi men walk around in their white gowns in mid-afternoon, barefoot, pacing the hallway and staring at ME!

A few hours later, you can see two young men carrying huge baskets filled with walnuts, still walking in barefoot along the corridor until they knock on a room door.

At the breakfast table, where waiters are everywhere, these families sit at their table and have their Filipina housekeepers fetch their meals for the entire crew.

I won't tell you how many times, I have seen trails of sunflower seed shells all over the corridors.

The restaurant in the Sofitel, turned one of their dining halls into a Hallal friendly zone. One area of the cafe/bar, no longer serves liquor to accommodate these families.

Let's talk pool and spa...there are special times at which women can bathe freely and men can bathe freely and when men and women can ogle eachother.
So tonight, between 10pm and midnight, the pool was open to women only.
The Saudi women enter in their burkas, and disrobe in the shower stalls. When they enter the pool area, they have swim suits on, and thick cover ups. Layer after layer of clothing float in the pool.(Nothing like the stolen image above, from Google).
The lights at this spa pool are dimmed; the colour palette in the spa are chocolate, silver and light blue. It has a grotto feel to it...

Not far from the pool, there are groups of women who sit fully draped in their black burkas and chat away while checking on their daughters swimming. Younger than ten, they are seen wearing Western bathing suits. I am assuming that having reached puberty, they are clothed in layers like their mothers.
Hennah-like tattoos adorn their feet.

I entered the pool, and funny how I became the odd person out. I FELT as if I was naked. I swam around and wondered into a darker section of the pool, dim lit for ambiance sake. Upon my return, the Saudi lady asks me, what's on the other side?
I told her the pool continues in an S-design. "Don't you want to go?", I ask. She answers "I'm afraid".

I tell her to follow me and her kids jump for joy, all excited about their upcoming "adventure on the dark side of the pool"!!! This amused me. What would this same lady have said if she were walking down the streets of Amsterdam and two men asked her to join them for a threesome with endless pot...now THAT is scary in my world.
Mind you, other's might find that exhilarating!!!!

I also noticed, when I was in the sauna or steam room, they wouldn't enter. They would come in and step out shortly. Was it me or all their layers of clothing?
I was ready to call it a night. I grabbed my white spa robe and began making my way to the elevators. The women ALL leaned to the right to see me walk away and head to the lift. As I press the elevator button to head to my floor, I smile.
I guess roaming in a bathrobe, at some hotel, in Munich makes ME the ODD MAN OUT!

Gute nacht or should I be saying tossbiheena 'ala khayr?