Barbivai Haim and Tamar (Tamo)

The testimony of Yael and Rachel, the daughters of Haim and Tamar:

Our parents, Haim and Tamar (Tamo) Barbivai, immigrated from Morocco in 1956 straight to Ofakim, where they lived until the day they died.

We are 8 brothers and sisters, all born in Morocco, except for the last three children: Sima, Yael, and the little brother, the youngest child, who disappeared.

In 1964, our mother gave birth to a healthy child in Soroka Hospital. A beautiful boy with light blue eyes, whom our parents wanted to name Yoram, but didn't get an opportunity to.

Rachel tells in tears: I actually witnessed the moment of my little brother's disappearance, because I went, together with my father, to release mother from the hospital, after the birth. I remember a cold and alienated nurse came to us and said that the child is dead, and to me she said: Your mother has already given birth to 8 children and your father is already very old, go home.

They explained nothing to us, they gave us nothing. Our faces in the ground, we didn't know what to do with ourselves.

Our parents were innocent and good people and could not imagine that something like this could happen.

Since then, mother celebrated the child's birthday every year. She did not forget him for a single moment. It affected her so much that over the years, if she saw a young man in the market who reminded her of her child, she would stop him and talk to him.

Mom and Dad were talking about it all the years. Their pain was there all the time. They died two years apart, father in 1997 and mother after him, in 1999.

Mother asked us to continue looking for the child after her death. Just like a will.

We did everything we could to find a clue. We turned to the archives of Soroka Hospital and to the Ministry of the Interior, and were unable to find anything.

We also turned to Tsofit Grant's "Lost" T.V. program, but we didn't get to anything. We have been living with this pain to this day, and we yearn for the moment of closure.

They explained nothing to us, they gave us nothing. Our faces in the ground, we didn't know what to do with ourselves.







Mother asked us to continue looking for the child after her death. Just like a will.