It happened during a quiet Friday sermon at the mosque. The room was hushed, filled with the soft hum of devotion, when a piercingly loud notification chime erupted from a phone in the front row. The owner scrambled to silence it, visibly flustered, his face turning beet red as heads turned in irritation. That moment wasn't just a nuisance; it was a profound social disruption. I sat there wondering why, in an era where our phones are capable of processing millions of instructions per second, the...