Three of Sarah and Shlomo Ramati's children were kidnapped.
Three.

The testimony of the sister, Michal Maoz:
The parents and siblings lived in the immigrant camps that were on one side, while the nursery in the Rosh Haayin transit camp was on the other side, within walking distance.
All our life was around this, we grew up with that talk. My mother always said they told her the girl was sick, pale, that she should put her in the nursery and come to breastfeed her. She always repeated that she came in to breastfeed the baby like every day of that week, and the room was simply empty. She yelled in Yemenite: "where's my baby? Where's my baby ?!".
No one around knew Yemenite. And no one talked to her. They didn't answer her. When my father arrived, he was given a handwritten note announcing that the baby had passed away.
The note is written on a piece paper with an inscription from a launderette on the other side.
At one point, all of us, the immigrants from Saawaan District in Yemen, were moved by truck to Beersheba, to the Shekhuna A neighborhood. My father told my mother "If we move away, from Rosh Haayin, the story with the girl remains in the Rosh Haayin. No one from Be'er Sheva will listen to us." And so it was.
My parents always felt there were more parents like them, more stories like that. They started making reports in Yedioth Ahronoth with their personal stories.
When my father moved to Beersheba, he received an I.D. that said Zahra was alive!
My father asked it to be corrected, but he was told that without a death certificate it could not be done, and when he asked for a death certificate - he was told that it couldn't be obtained.

Seventeen years later, an investigation committee said the girl had died of an intestinal disease and was buried. They also wrote she was brought to burial in a children's ward, although when they announced her death to my parents, they told them that she had already been buried [as a baby, not as a girl].
I personally went to the cemetery, to Zahra's plot. The graves look very new and do not look like fifty-year-old graves. When I asked there and insisted, I was told that they don't deal with this story.

The testimony of the sister, Yonah Iraqi Cohen:
Even before we boarded the plane in Hashed [Yemen], Yehuda, my seven-year-old brother, was kidnapped. I was with my grandfather, Zhara dined with my mother, and Yehuda was kidnapped.
My mother managed to snatch him back and to board the plane.
In 1958, twins were born at home, a boy and a girl.
We took them to Hadassah [Hospital] in Beer Sheva, in the Old City. There a nurse welcomed us, and took the children. My mother was put in a room and I went to eat with her before the long walk home, it was already dark.
After an hour the doctor came, took me outside and asked me how many children my mother had. She answered five, and then he told her the twins were dead.
Two days later my father arrived at the hospital with my brother Yehuda, and my mother told him that the children had died. He wanted to bury them. He was told that they had already been buried.
Decades later we contacted a lawyer. They have no document that they entered the hospital and there is no document that says they came out of it.