In a nation that claims to be 100% Muslim, one teenager dared to say otherwise.

In the heart of Mogadishu, a young man named Rami lit his menorah in secret, whispered prayers no one could hear, and blogged about being Jewish in a place that denied he could even exist.

His story captivated a Jewish psychoanalyst halfway across the world—and then, just as suddenly, he vanished. Were he and his mother the last Jews in Somalia? Or merely the last ones willing to say so?

Their brief flicker of connection defies erasure—and hints at a forgotten Jewish past buried beneath fear, silence, and sand.