Uman Stories

Sara's story

Uman November 2024

My adult children chose to join the Breslov movement as they grew up, despite being raised in an Orthodox tradition focused on Mussar, which they found austere and guilt-inducing. Their journey began with trips to Uman for Rosh Hashanah.

My husband and I, along with our social circle, viewed Breslov condescendingly: men with tzitzit fluttering in the wind (disheveled and unkempt), expressing exuberant joy (what are they on?), and speaking of simple faith (where is the intellectual rigor, the self-discipline, and the introspection we instilled—perhaps imposed—on them?).

Over time, as one Rosh Hashanah in Uman followed another, we began to forget their attraction to Breslov. Then, war broke out in Ukraine, and we thought this might deter them—but no! They returned to Uman, and gradually, subtly at first, we noticed changes in their behavior. They reintroduced tzitzit under their fashionable outfits, now adorned with a blue thread. Their joy and serenity were palpable. When we challenged them on restrictions in religious practice, they would simply reply, Na Nach—let go.

Curious, I began exploring the Breslov movement. I read, attended workshops on Positive Thinking and Tefilah, and listened to teachings where prominent rabbis and rebbetzins cited Rabbi Nachman to explain Emunah (faith) and Hitbodedut (personal prayer).

I realized my religious practice was steeped in a Christian-like spirit of self-imposed constraints whenever faced with difficulties. Rituals had become devoid of meaning. Breslov’s emphasis on a horizontal relationship with Hashem, cultivating closeness and letting go of the illusion of control, was a revelation.

To complete this journey of understanding, I decided to travel to Uman myself—a step I was told required an “invitation from Rabbeinu.” What could that mean?

I heard of a women’s trip organized by Rebbetzin Ifrah from November 27 to December 1, 2024. After aborted plans, cancellations, and divinely orchestrated timing, my son gifted me the trip for my birthday. The synchronicity was undeniable—a gift arranged by Hashem.

On November 27, at 7 a.m., I met three Parisian women for the flight to Warsaw. After a layover, we joined a group from Dubai for another flight to Chișinău, Moldova. There, we met women from Lyon and Israel before boarding a van for a 10-hour snowy journey through Moldova and Ukraine.

With no phone networks in Moldova, we began connecting deeply, engaging in Breslov’s Sichat Chaverim—heartfelt, collective reflection on existential questions.

Our first stop was Medzhybizh, resting place of the Baal Shem Tov, founder of Hasidism. Amid a shtetl-like ambiance of study houses, snow, and silent Hasidim, the Kedusha of the place was tangible despite history’s atrocities. I poured out prayers, including those entrusted to me, at the grave of a man who revived closeness to Hashem at a time when Judaism had become overly intellectualized.

The next day, we visited the Baal Shem Tov’s miraculous well, known for its healing properties, and filled containers to bring back to loved ones.

From there, we traveled to Berdichev, resting place of Rav Levi Yitzchak, the defender of the Jewish people, renowned for finding goodness in every Jew, regardless of behavior.

Next, we went to Breslov, where Rabbi Natan, Rabbi Nachman’s disciple, is buried. Rabbi Natan formalized Hitbodedut—a time for intimate connection with Hashem, pouring out one’s heart in a cry to Tatteh (Father), followed by joy for the rest of the day.

Unbeknownst to me, this physical journey mirrored an internal journey deep into my soul, absorbing the Kedusha and teachings of these great figures.

Finally, after three more hours of travel, we arrived in Uman. For two days, we alternated between heartfelt prayers at Rabbi Nachman’s grave and warm meals prepared by Rebbetzin Ifrah.

Surrounded by women of all ages and styles—from Tel Avivians with Botoxed lips to fully covered Hasidic women—my phone gave out, leaving me alone with myself for true introspection.

On Friday afternoon, I had the privilege of practicing Hitbodedut in the park where Rabbi Nachman himself prayed. Face-to-face with my Creator in the autumnal beauty, I reflected: What are my concerns? My expectations? My role on Earth?

How do I speak to the King of kings, especially when I have committed sins? Rabbi Nachman’s answer: Sin, regret, reclaim joy, and it is entirely erased.

This journey is still being processed. A significant trial awaited me upon my return, but I now face it with the serenity and teachings of Breslov.

If my story has kindled a spark in your soul, may it be for the complete recovery of my dear sister, Esther Rosa Chaya bat Simha. B’H.

Noemi's story

Uman Lag Ba'Omer 2024

My story with rabbi Nachman started about 2 and a half years ago. Back then, I had started a process of Teshuvah for 3 years. I grew up traditional; kiddush on Friday nights and shopping on Saturdays, eating only kosher meat but non-kosher dairy was okay, I barely knew what the synagogue looked like, and my vacations in Israel were summarized by being in Tel Aviv beach and eating "kosher" McDonalds.


After already 3 years of keeping Shabbat, being tznius, and eating Kosher, I was a newlywed for about 7 months when I met a special friend through my mother-in-law. I had a great desire to learn Torah with someone and didn't know where to find that but Hashem, Who always times things perfectly, made me meet Karen. A French woman who loves learning Torah. She had a fire inside of her heart, the fire of Rabbi Nachman of Breslev. After a quick call to introduce ourselves, we met to learn the 7 pillars of Emunah by Rav Breiter, a Breslover from World War II time. From then on, we started learning weekly and she taught me a lot of her knowledge about Rabbenu's shita. My neshama fell in love. She recommended I listen to shiurim by Rav Avraham Ifrah and Nathan Uzan, 2 French Breslovers who give shiurim online regularly. Every time I listened to them, I felt so good. Instead of having guilt, I would have hope, instead of looking at people who don't keep the mitzvot correctly in a bad way, I would start looking at them positively. As we kept learning, Karen introduced me to Hitbodedut. We would go on hikes in LA and do hitbodedut. This process changed my life, from a judgy person, I started learning to look for the good points in people and in myself, instead of being intolerant, I started learning to open my mind and have compassion. Rabbenu's teachings were fire to my neshama and slowly but surely, a year later I grew an urgent desire to go to Uman.


Through the shiurim of Rav Ifrah, I heard that his wife was planning a trip for women on Lag Ba'Omer. Everyone was coming from France and Israel but nobody from LA. A few months before the trip I had met a new friend who also loved Rabbenu with an impressive fire. Rachel, an American girl who loves Rabbenu and is very devoted to Hashem. Somehow, I convinced her to go on this trip to Uman with me even though she didn't speak French, she didn't know Esther Ifrah or the Rav and all the ladies were French, which was in itself, a miracle as most people would probably decline the offer.

After getting through a few meniot (obstacles) from both sides (Rabbenu says that when someone travels to the tzadik, there will be obstacles) we finally met at LAX on a Monday. From that point on, we both felt that we were escorted by Rabbenu. From being called to the front of the line, to having great seats in the plane, everything went smoothly.

After 3 flights, we arrived at Chisinau, Moldova and the next day, we met the rest of the group as we arrived a day early due to the length of the trip. The next day we met the rest of the group. We all naturally introduced ourselves to each other, women from all walks of life, from newborns to 80-something-year-olds. A very diverse group, some of them would only speak French, and others would also speak Hebrew, from the not-so-religious women wearing pants to the frum ones covering head to toe, it was colorful. I was a bit worried that Rachel would not fit in because of the language barrier, but interestingly, as I was doing the translator I realized that she didn't need me that much because most women would adapt and they would find a way to communicate.

We all hopped on the bus for about 10 hours with a long pause at the border, but again a miracle happened. While they wanted to potentially open our suitcases, we all said Tikkun Haklali together and they let us go after a few minutes without opening anything.

When we arrived at the Baal Shem Tov around 4 am, we all were surprised to see our dear Esther Ifrah, standing there like a queen, waiting to greet us and show us where we would have "dinner". Everything was taken care of so smoothly, the bus with bathrooms, the food, the hotels, we didn't have to lift a finger. All we had to do was to go and pray at the holy sites. After a lush breakfast, we took the road to Rabbi Levi Yitzchak of Berditchov, which was a surprise as we weren't supposed to go there. And then on to Rabbi Natan's of Breslov. During the bus ride, some were studying, some were sleeping, and some were chit-chatting. At some point we all danced and sang together as if we were in a summer camp, it was so fun and heartwarming. Thursday night we finally arrived in Uman where again, a warm buffet was waiting for us.


The moment we set foot in Uman, my neshama felt different, I knew I was in the right place, it felt so special.

After dinner, the first thing we did was to go see our Tzadik Rabbenu Nachman MeUman! The Tikkun Haklali I said there was like no other I said before. To me, this place was so incredible, that it felt like my bodily needs diminished. Instead of having to sleep 8 hours, I could run well on 3 hours, instead of thinking of eating, I was eating only to nourish myself and get energy to pray at the holy site. It was the weirdest thing. Shabbat was obviously incredibly fun, meaningful, and spiritual. After Shabbat we had the 4th meal and celebrated Lag Ba'Omer with a delicious BBQ, we all danced together and had a nice party, there was also a Medora in the street. After all this, we also "crashed" other Israeli women's party who were celebrating the bachelorette party of one girl who had come to Rabbenu a year before and came back to invite Rabbenu to her wedding and celebrate with her friends. While I was there I asked Rabbenu what's my purpose in life (because the Tzadik knows everyone's purpose), I had a great feeling that I had to spread Rabbi Nachman's teachings in LA and that I had to bring women from the US to Uman. So naturally I started to grow this great desire, at first, I wanted to come back in September but it wasn't possible for me. But now, I have a clear intuition that I should plan a trip to go to Uman on Lag Ba'Omer 2025 and that I should facilitate this to women who live in LA and all over the US and Canada. I wouldn't want to do it any other way than the way I did it the first time as I know how Esther and Rav Ifrah are dedicated to Hashem and Rabbenu and because they do it with a pure heart. They are expert in bringing people to Uman as they've been doing it for longer than I have been alive, they know the safest transportation companies, they know the people and the culture and I feel very safe and confident to collaborate with them on this trip.

Beezrat Hashem, I tried to keep the story short and I skipped many details, but if you want to know more you can contact me :D

Rachel's story

Uman Lag Ba'Omer 2024

I was introduced to Rav and Rabanit Ifrah through my wonderful friend Noemi. Noemi and I had met about a short six months before our trip to Uman and we connected over our mutual love for Rabbi Nachman’s Torah and deep Breslev wisdom. She told me about the trip that was going to take place on Lag Ba'Omer 2024 and I knew it was something I definitely wanted to go on. It was only two weeks before the trip that we booked our flights together with great anticipation. I had an incredible experience together with Noemi and the new friends we made on the trip. We felt like one big family, making instant connections with our new soul sisters. The Rabanit was by our side the entire trip. She was so warm and treated us as if we were her own children. My first memory of her is when we arrived in Mezhibiz at around 4 am, after over a 10-hour journey from the airport in Moldova. She was standing outside waiting for the group to arrive at the holy Baal Shem Tov. This memory and all memories of the trip will b’ezrat Hashem remain close to my heart forever. The warmth, the joy, the spirituality, and the five-star gashmiut, made the trip one to never forget. I can’t wait for the next time I have the zechut to return to Uman, with Rabanit Ifrah and create new memories and connections in the most special, hard-to-describe way. Merci Hashem!

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