It happened during a quiet afternoon at the mosque. I was sitting in the back row, and suddenly, the person next to me had their phone blast an upbeat, high-volume notification sound. The immediate tension in the room was palpable, followed by the frantic, embarrassed fumbling to mute the device. I felt for them, mostly because I had been that person countless times. I realized then that my phone wasn't just a communication tool; it was a constant source of potential social friction, and my manu...