It happened during a quiet Friday Jumu'ah prayer. The sermon was in full swing, the room was pin-drop silent, and then it started—the aggressive, rhythmic vibrations of a smartphone echoing against the wooden floorboards. Every head in the room turned toward the sound. I felt the heat rise to my face because it was my phone, despite me being the guy who usually prides himself on having a 'smart' setup. I had forgotten to toggle the silent mode after leaving my office, and that simple oversight t...