My parents, Geula and Victor Barda, born and lived in Tripoli, where, due to the persecutions of the Nazis, they lost one child, killed in my mother's arms. After that great pain, in 1948 they made Aliyah with their other daughter, Zohara, and they were placed in the transit camp of Beer Yaakov.
One day they were they came and took the child. They told them that the child was sick, so they hospitalized her in Rambam Hospital in Haifa. My mother would come to visit her; on Shabbat my mother didn't come to visit, and when she returned on Sunday she couldn't find the child. She didn't know Hebrew well and tried to found out what happened, and they told her that her daughter died. My father didn't want to leave the hospital but they took them out forcefully. My parents left empty-handed, without their child. They did not receive a death certificate nor did they see a body. After many years they received a draft order, and they started taking interest again in her case, but there was no one to talk to until Rabbi (Uzi) Meshulam reopened the subject publically, and again there were committees, and again the subject was silenced.
My father Victor Barda has already passed, unfortunately, but we, my mother Geula and the siblings: Hannah, Pnina, Shoshi, Shuli, Avraham, Shimon, David, Meir and Shalom all wait for the day we'll find Zohara.
In Tripoli, where, due to the persecutions of the Nazis, they lost one child, killed in my mother's arms [...] In Israel, they took their daughter Zohara and my parents were forcefully kicked out of the hospital when they came looking for her