That photo does give a lot of food for thought.
Don’t bring Islam onto something which is a cultural practice
All religious practices are cultural practices. Religion does not exist in a vacuum outside of the cultures it is practiced in.
The worst of cultural practices of any culture only gain the support they do through the power of institutions.
Saying don't bring the relevant religious institution in is to say that we should not hold the institutions of power within that religion accountable for how it supports those practices. This practice of being fully covered would not be the 'holy' practice to be taken to this level as others have discussed if it was not vocally supported by powers within the religious institution. Powers like the man being awarded. Powers I would argue likely include his wife, at least in how she influences other women and girls within the communities she's in. Many have discussed her lacking independent thought, but IME, wives like this who are close to male power do wield their own against other women and children.
This is true of any faith or any other institution, the powers within them are what enables all of this, and we shouldn't be wary of calling that out just because a practice isn't universally accepted by all in that group.
I have always wondered what it would be like to wear something like a niqab or burqa and if it would make me feel less like a piece of meat on display for the patriarchy to leer at. I think it is something to consider most certainly.
For others who may be curious about what it's like - I was nearly fully covered for about decade. My experience is that over time I became less able to do anything while not fully covered. It started with being fully covered only when going out, then it was not going downstairs uncovered, then not being comfortable leaving the bedroom until I'd covered, and it ended when there was a knock at the door one day and I felt too naked and exposed to answer even though I was fully dressed from the neck down, even though I knew who was at the door would not care, I froze in panic and melted in what the fuck is happening to me. That was my breaking point. It took weeks into month to slowly relearn how to be comfortable going out with my head uncovered or wearing more typical clothes that don't hide everything. I'm still more on the covered side when out of the home, but it's not out of fear or some ideal anymore.
I have few regrets in life, but one of them was that I hadn't gotten to that point sooner, that a few of my relatives never got to see me come out of that. The first time I went to an event with my in-laws uncovered was my FIL's funeral - I think he would have been really pleased and proud I'd gotten that far after so long (I feel I should say here that the covering comes from part of my side of the family, my husband and his family accepted it, but never really liked it).
Oh, and I got plenty of shitty remarks from men while fully covered. I think it's part of the loop that reinforces it - it treats the issue is that is we just cover this much that problem will be solved, but it doesn't and we're trained by those powers to blame ourselves for that, so we cover further, we remove ourselves further from potential risks and threats, it doesn't work, and we repeat, thinking if we're just good enough, if we do things just right, it won't happen to us. Even now, I have the impulse to try to explain why I get less shitty comments or those looks and gestures now, but the blunt answer is that those remarks and the leering are not about the person being leered at or being remarked on, it's the person choosing to do so. I'll go months without anything, then it happens again and all that old discomfort comes back - I've just had to face that discomfort and learn that hiding isn't going to solve anything.