Mazal – was born to her parents – Sara and Amos (Khamos/Khamosh) Bublil, at “Assaf Harofe” hospital. Her mother Sara had cancer. After her baby’s delivery, she was handed forms, in which was written, according to her, that she agrees to give her baby for adoption.

The hospital staff probably assumed that she is illiterate. However, as an educated woman, who knew 7 languages, Sara was, in no way, ready to sign the documents. (Two weeks later, on September 21st, 1963, Sara’s friend named Sarina, gave birth to a healthy baby girl, at “Assaf Harofe” hospital, and my grandmother didn’t have a chance to warn her, not to sign the forms. After a while, that friend was told that her child passed away after she had signed a form, written in a language she could not read).

After the birth, the newborn Mazal was sent away gor teatment, because her mother was very ill, up to the age of 11 months more or less, and then she was transferred to WIZO Tel-Aviv.

Her father Khamos, came once a week to visit Mazal in WIZO, until one time he was told that his baby is dying, or had already died, and in any case, is going to pass away in minutes, and there is no option at all to see her, or to receive her body.

The late Khamos stayed outside crying, when the cleaning lady saw him, and told him in arabic, with no one hearing, that Mazal is not dead at all. She is kept in an internal room, in which there is another door behind the closet, that is where Mazal is. She is not dead. She is alive. He broke open the door, took her away, and brought her back home to their house in Lod, where she was raised at home ever since, and he would not allow to take her out of home again, in any way, despite the WIZO employees’ protest. And this is how, fortunately, my aunt Mazal was saved, thank God.