We organize transportation from Borough Park to the ohel for both men and women. The men have a weekly bus each Thursday night at 9:30 p.m, and the women have one monthly, on Sundays before Rosh Chodesh at 10:00 A.M.
For more information regarding transportation to the Ohel, please call the Ohel Hotline at 347-674-8455.
I come from a chassidishe background, and I have lived in Boro Park for my entire life. Baruch Hashem, I am happily married, with several wonderful children. My story begins a few months ago, when I happened to be going through a difficult period in my life. There were no major crises, but several issues were bothering me, leaving me worried and stressed out. I felt adrift, without anyone to turn to or confide in.
One day, a friend of mine remarked that he was going to daven at the Ohel of the Lubavitcher Rebbe. I was surprised, because this friend did not have any particular affinity towards Lubavitch. When I expressed an interest in going as well, he informed me of a mini bus that made a weekly trip from Boro Park to the Ohel.
I decided to go; I figured that davening at the tziyon of a Tzaddik could only help my predicament.
That Thursday night I joined other members of my community as we boarded the vehicle and set out on our journey.
When we arrived it was already quite late at night. Outside the Beis Hachayim there was a large room for people to sit and write their kvitlach.
Although it was quiet, I was surprised to see the mix of people who had come to daven. There were lubavitchers, of course, but I spotted other Chassidim, as well as other types of Yidden.
I sat down and started to write a kvittel. I had planned on writing a short note, but once I started to write everything that had been bothering me came pouring out. Nobody else from our group seemed to mind, it appeared that they were similarly immersed in their own letters.
Finally, I finished writing my letter, gave some Tzedaka, and walked through the dark and quiet Bais Hachaim towards the Ohel. When I entered the Ohel, I felt a peace of mind, the like of which I hadn’t experienced in a long time. I began to daven, saying tehillim quietly. Around me, others davened as well, immersed in their own Tefillos. After reading several kapitelach of Tehillim I left my kvittel on the tziyon and walked out, feeling as if a load had been removed from my heart.
What can I say? I’m no Lubavitcher, but since that visit things have turned around, Baruch Hashem. I don’t know how, or why, but those are the facts.
Since that visit, I’ve been back several times to daven, and Baruch Hashem, things have continued to improve in my life.