Testimony of Ronnie Harari, brother of Yaakov:

My Family emigrated from Yemen around 1942 and lived in Kfar Saba and in 1948 when I was a month old we moved to the Carmel Market in Tel Aviv (27 Carmel Street). We were a big family of 10 brothers and sisters.

My brother Jacob was born in 1952. When he was one year old, he contracted angina and was taken by my mother to the emergency room of Hadassah Hospital on Balfour Street in Tel Aviv. She stayed with him all day but in the evening the nurses told her to go home.

At first my mother refused but they forced her and she did go back home. The next morning she went back to the hospital and was told he died. She asked how he died and where he was, but they did not tell her anything just that he was given the wrong injection and died. Since then we have not seen him and do not know what happened to him and sat Shiva for him.

My mother did not make a fuss and did not talk about it because she received treatment for children in Hadassah’s emergency room. The emergency room was close to our home and she was afraid they would stop treating the children in an emergency, despite the fact she had her a medical insurance card. The night before she died my mother was hospitalized in the Beilinson Hospital. The day she died I went to see her in the morning and a lovely woman that was in the same room as her immediately asked me who Jacob was. I asked why, and she told me that all night my mother screamed the name of my kidnapped brother.