It happened during a Friday afternoon sermon. The mosque was silent, the imam was mid-sentence, and then, a familiar, high-pitched ringtone cut through the stillness like a knife. It was my phone. My face burned as I scrambled to silence it, realizing I had walked through the door completely forgetting that my phone was still in normal mode. That moment of shared, collective embarrassment—and the subsequent realization that I do this multiple times a week—is exactly why I started building Muffle...