Sheik Hilali said there were women who "sway suggestively" and wore make-up and immodest dress ... "and then you get a judge without mercy (rahma) and gives you 65 years".
"But the problem, but the problem all began with who?"
"If you take out uncovered meat and place it outside on the street, or in the the garden or in the park, or in the backyard without a cover, and the cats come and eat it ... whose fault is it, the cats or the uncovered meat," he said.
"The uncovered meat is the problem. If she was in her room, in her home, in her hijab, no problem would have occurred."
There you are, ladies, you are uncovered meat and we men are cats. Now that that has been cleared up, can we just get on with civilisation, please?
Ladies, cover yourself in a tent and go and sit in your rooms, and we men shall go about our lawful* business of raping any young lady who has uncovered her meat. Or ours. Whatever.
However, the Sheik has apologised, as I am sure that you are all relieved to hear.
"I unreservedly apologise to any woman who is offended by my comments," he said in a statement today.
"I had only intended to protect women's honour, something lost in The Australian presentation of my talk."
Well, that's alright then, eh?
Oh, and ladies, perhaps you'd like to know what your life in the niqab holds for you (other than not being raped, obviously)? (A flick of the tail and a toss of the horns to Chris for this.)
I've never worn the niqab before. Growing up in a Muslim household in Bradford, a city in the north of England, in the 1970s and '80s, I dressed modestly. But my hair was only covered in the presence of the imam and while I was reading the Koran. Today, however, things have changed. I see second- and third-generation British Muslims concealed in black. They say they wear the niqab voluntarily, to demonstrate their dedication to Allah and to protect them from male eyes.
I miss seeing my own face, my own shape. Yet at the same time I feel completely naked. The women I have met who have taken to wearing the niqab tell me that it gives them confidence, but I find that it saps mine.
Nobody has forced me to wear it, but I feel as though I have oppressed myself and isolated myself.
It's a life of unstinting modesty and—hey!—it's a rejection of our evil Western traditions of having a bit of fun! Woo!
Still, at least you won't be uncovered meat for the cats to eat, eh?
* Under sharia. Unless you ladies can find four men to back up your rape charge. And they'll probably want paying, but not in cash, if you know what I mean...