Zohara, my mother, arrived in camp Hashed in a truck with my father, Yahia (Zacharia) Hajbi, her mother and three children.

Zvia, her first born, Haviva, three and a half years old, pretty with dimples, and Zacharia, one and half years old. I was fair skinned and strong Three and a half years old little girl.

My mother got an eye infection due to the hardship of the road.

When we got off the truck, there were two doctors, a nurse and a dark-skinned worker waiting for us.

The nurse was very unkind. She insisted that the children be placed in the childcare home.

In the childcare home, the children were locked behind barbed wire with dark skinned workers to guard them who also translated what we said.

I had indigestion, but my brothers were healthy.

Two hours later when my grandmother came to visit the children because mom's eyes were bandaged, she was told that Zacharia and Haviva had both died.

Although she insisted on seeing them, she was kicked out of there:
"Go away, lady! Those children are dead".

Grandma understood that she had to save me, her elder grandchild. She approached a nurse and bribed her with a special necklace, an expensive piece with a large Jordanian coin. In exchange, the nurse snuck me out under the wire through a little ditch in the sand. The wire was just like in a prison. Grandma pulled me out and ran straight to our tent where she hid me under her bad.

When the nurses and the doctors camehey threatened grandma that the girl will get sick and die. She yelled back-"You took two of them. You will leave this one here.".

When we got to Israel, my parents were so traumatized that they wouldn't even let me go to school.
I was to be sent to Kibbutz EIon but they wouldn’t allow it. Until this very day,

I went on with my life. When I was working in a household in Tel Aviv, dear Ms Bella asked me how many siblings I have. I told her that originally, we were three children but two were taken in camp Hashed. She said she knows of a girl that looks a lot like me. Two doctors with no children in Germany bought her. She tried to schedule a meeting between us but they didn't want to meet.

My parents had four more children in Israel, Thank God.

Sometimes, when I go to sleep at night. I keep asking myself How in god's name, can anyone do that and how can they keep hiding it?