We are the family of Moshe Zada. My father’s name is Avraham and my mother's name is Rosa. We immigrated to Israel in 1958 from Iran. We lived in a barrack in Ofakim. My mother was pregnant and at the end of the nine month she went to Hadassa maternity clinic. She delivered a healthy baby boy. She saw him and the midwife took him to the nursery room. The following day, the nurse came and asked her, "how many children do you have?" My mother replied, "I have seven children, and this is the eighth".

Following this, the nurse told her that the baby didn't feel well. My mother asked her “how could that be? I just saw him and he looked healthy”, then the nurse told her he had was dead.

My mother asked them, "let me see him, this is illegal” but they said that they would bury him. Poor mother she was weeping. She came back home depressed, told us and we cried too. Today, we siblings want and long to see him.

Ester Cohen, family of Moshe Zada