It happened during a quiet afternoon at the mosque. The imam was midway through a profound point, the room was silent, and suddenly, my pocket erupted with an aggressive ringtone. Every head turned. My face burned, and for the rest of the prayer, I couldn't focus on anything other than the sheer embarrassment of having interrupted a space meant for peace. I reached into my pocket, fumbled with the volume rockers, and finally silenced it, but the damage was done. I knew there had to be a way to prevent this for everyone.

That moment of friction isn't unique; it is a universal annoyance. We live in a world of constant digital interruption. We attend meetings, medical appointments, classes, and solemn events, yet we rely on our own flawed human memory to manually adjust our sound profiles. Existing solutions often felt bloated or invasive.…