It was the middle of a Friday afternoon, and I was sitting in the front row of the prayer hall. The room was deathly quiet, filled with the soft hum of concentration. Then, it happened. A high-pitched, synthetic ringtone pierced the silence. Everyone jumped. I felt my face flush with heat as I frantically scrambled to silence my phone, realizing I had completely forgotten to mute it before entering. It was a small, three-second incident, but the embarrassment felt like it lasted for an hour. Tha...