We arrived in Israel on September 6, 1949: My father David (Daoud), my mother Shlomit (Salma) and six children: Hannah, Shimon, Rachel, Simcha, I - Binyamin and Ovadia.

I was born in 1945 and my little brother Ovadia, was born in 1947, also in Yemen.

When they immigrated to Israel, everyone was registered on my father's immigrant certificate (a copy is attached, in Hebrew).

We arrived at the transit camp, located in the Beit Lid area, and there, in 1949, Ovadia (Awad) became sick. Mother took him to the clinic. She left him there. They told her to come back tomorrow, and said they would take care of him.

The next day mother was told that the child had been sent to a hospital. A few days later, she was told that he died there.

To their questions regarding more details on what exactly happened, and where was the child buried, they, of course, received no answer.

The date of death given to them, September 10, 1949, was recorded on the immigrant's certificate.

Later on, we moved to Yahud.

My grandfather on my mother’s side repeatedly kept asking her to look for the child, but she would answer: I'm not going, what happened in the transit camp was enough for me. We kept asking, she said, searching, crying but nothing helped. After two years she let it go. We didn’t even go to Rabbi Meshulam's demonstrations, which took place a kilometer from our home in Yehud.

My dad was very old, there was a 45-year age difference between them. He died at the age of 115. Mother died four years later, early, at the age of 65, from the pain and the sorrow too.

After they passed away, we sat all siblings, and talked about it, and my son and someone else, encouraged me to write to you.

Testimony: Binyamin Haddad