A Night out with Mohammed

I met up again with Mohammed, my guide from the Camel festival, who helped me as well selling the IPhone I had won. We are enjoying a night out visiting the old bazar in Al Hofuf.
At one point we separated to go to the bathroom. Upon my return I had a look around to find Mohammed and was confronted with dozens of men, wearing thoubs and shamahs, the faces unrecognisable due to the Covid face masks. I was befallen by some kind of panik: how am I ever going to find Mohammed again? What colour of thoub was he wearing? Grey, or beige? Or was it white? And then the shamah. White or checked? No idea!
I needn't have worried. He found me! I guess they are used to identify their women by little details, have the women always been hidden behind their hijabs. I asked him, how the kids find their mums. Well, simple: they just do. That explains it!
They learn to look at the little details to recognise a person. This is the reason why the people pay so much attention to eyes, which is all they can see of a woman in public. They could endlessly swoon over my green eyes, men and women alike.Læs mere