It happened during a quiet midday prayer. The mosque was silent, the atmosphere heavy with focus, and then—the unmistakable, high-pitched trill of a ringtone ripped through the air. Everyone turned. I felt my face flush crimson as I fumbled for my device, frantically hitting the side button to silence it. It was a standard, generic notification, but in that space, it felt like a siren. I had been meaning to silence my phone for an hour, but the busyness of the morning had completely pushed the t...