Testimony of the brother:
My grandmother told me that my mother died at young age, and that my family -- my mother, her children and my uncle (my father’s eldest brother) -- had immigrated and settled in the Ein Shemer camp around the year 1950. My father had remained in Yemen to sell their assets; the uncle immigrated with the women and children and was head of the family. In the morning they used to go all together to the Tel HaShomer hospital near Hadera, and in the evening they would come back to the camp leaving the children there. After a few days, when they arrived one morning and could not find my brother Yosef, who was one year old, they asked where he was and were told that he died. And when they asked where, they were told that he was in the back and they should return later on to get him (his body). They left and returned after a time,and then were told he was already gone. This was sometime between 1950-1952. When my father arrived in Israel he could not make peace with the news, and until this day he has not sat shiva [done ritual mourning]. Eighteen years later, they received a draft order in his name and soldiers even came to the house to take him. I remember that one time the soldiers asked my father if he would be willing to take him back (I don’t remember the context of the conversation).
My father constantly fought against this, including at the conference in Rosh HaAyin a few years ago. There was also a trial in Jerusalem, covered by the media; there it was admitted that children were sold to people who didn’t have any.
When my father arrived in Israel he could not make peace with the news, and until this day he has not sat shiva [done ritual mourning]