It happened during a quiet Friday prayer at the local mosque. The room was silent, the imam was mid-sermon, and I felt that familiar, sinking dread. My pocket vibrated. Then, a sharp, digital notification chime cut through the stillness like a knife. Every head in the row turned. I wanted to disappear. It wasn't the first time my phone had betrayed me, but it was the time I finally decided that relying on my own memory to toggle silent mode was a failed strategy. I needed the device to handle it...