Moshe Mauda

My parents, Miriam and Yihye Mauda, ​​immigrated to Israel from Yemen on October 1, 1949.

One day, while they were in the immigrants’ camp in Rosh Ha'ayin, a nurse from the nursery came to us, and asked my mother to come to the nursery with my brother Moshe Mauda, ​​who was six months old, and with my cousin Moshe, who was four months old (whose mother died at birth), to be examined by 4:00 PM.

Around this time, an older, light-skinned doctor, probably from the Infants’ home, came and told my mother that she could go home, and that the children could stay here, they would be treated and sleep in the Infant’s home, and that she should come back the next day.

My mother returned the next morning to pick up my brother and my cousin. My mother was told that the children had fallen ill, and the staff at the Infants’ home in Rosh HaAyin had transferred them to a hospital in Jerusalem, and another time they told my mother, that they had transferred them to a hospital in Tel Aviv.

My mother returned home the same day, and the next day she came back to ask how they were doing.

They told her at the Infants’ home, that there was nothing they could do, they had passed away.

When my mother came to her senses after the shock and the crying, she said to them, "Where are they?" They told her that they had been buried. My mother asked where they were buried, but their answers were empty and false.

My mother ran home to tell the family.

My father and Uncle Salem came to the nursery to ask for the children, because they did not believe the staff, and they were also told that they had passed away, they buried them, and did not say where they were buried.

My brother Moshe was later recorded as "deceased" on his immigrant certificate on 20.2.1950, without being shown a body or a death certificate.

My cousin Moshe's family received a draft order to the army for him.

His mother, Zahara, died during childbirth, due to complications during childbirth. My cousin Moshe's father's name is Salem, the same name as the grandfather.

The family did not contact the police, and did not know what to do about the government body, that lies, deceives, and does not show reality as it is.

Yona Mahatsri

My mother returned the next morning to pick up my brother and my cousin. My mother was told that the children had fallen ill, and the staff at the Infants’ home in Rosh HaAyin had transferred them to a hospital in Jerusalem, and another time they told my mother, that they had transferred them to a hospital in Tel Aviv.