In 1948 my parents emigrated from Tunisia. A year later my brother Yaakov was born, in 1949. On a Friday, my brother was not feel well. The doctor sent my mother with the child to Rambam hospital in Haifa to be treated. My mother said the child had stomach ache.
The doctor or the nurses told her to leave the child in the hospital for treatment, and that she can go home and come back on Sunday. My mother returned to the hospital on Sunday and then was told that the child had died.
My mother screamed and cried there and requested to see the child or his body, so they took her to the morgue, where she saw an older child that was not her son. She was told: Sorry, the child has died.
My mother did not speak Hebrew and could not understand anything. She was pregnant at that time and my father was in the army in active service. The hospital sent my mother back home to Akko.
Since then my mother kept crying all the time and wanted to know where her son was. We have not managed to find any information. Mother died a year and a half ago.
Abraham Henya
Since then my mother kept crying all the time and wanted to know where her son was. We have not managed to find any information. Mother died a year and a half ago.