Instead of focusing on the root causes of terrorism, we've responded to violence with more violence. Thus, it is long overdue for us to shift from a military-driven counterterrorism strategy to one focused on human development that starves the terrorists of the chaos they thrive on.
On September 3, 2015, photographs portraying the reality of life for people in Iran snagged the attention of President Barack Obama, who left a personal remark on a photograph of a father and son.
The 14th anniversary of 9/11 has come and gone. My social media newsfeeds are filled with less outward sensitivity and commemoration today than they w...
More than seven million Syrians without a home, and of these many of are the most fragile including torture survivors, the ill, and single mothers. Most devastating of all, over half are children, officials say. And thousands have died at sea. Now consider our numbers: 10,000.
Make the actual date of September 11th a federal holiday. None of this assigning it an "Every Second Monday" or "Every Second Friday" status. It's not like anybody who has any connection to the date, or even basic human compassion, doesn't spend a lot of time on that day thinking about what happened in 2001.
9/11 is a reminder that with tragedy, there is resiliency and lessons learned. We go on and life is renewed and we are hopeful. I am inspired by all those who suffered losses on that day and will always honor this day for its historical significance and the reminder that Worldwide Orphans has a birthday on that day.
How we have declined from honoring the LGBT heroes of September 11 for their courage and sacrifice, to this 9/11 anniversary when anti-LGBT fear is being manipulated by calls for so-called "Religious Liberty" is the book that cries out for someone to write.
The first thing you need to know about Saudi Arabia is that it is not a country but a financial and religious empire with a million poisonous tentacles stretching across both the West and the Muslim world.
I am the first person in my family who was born and raised in America -- something I've always recognized as a core part of my identity and, more importantly, in my ongoing identity crisis. I am American. I am Indian. I am Sikh. But I've always considered myself American first.
Fourteen years ago a terrible thing happened to our country, to our city, when terrorists attacked us on September 11. Then there were no Republicans, there were no Democrats; there were only Americans who said we have to come together.
Fourteen years after the attacks that ushered in this new American age of angst, we are torn between the loftiness of our aspirations, and the reality of our constraints. Sadder but (hopefully) wiser, we struggle to navigate the turbulent waters of an uncertain future, while wistfully recalling a serene past that is no more.
As you can see in the following video, the ad was recreated on the 10th anniversary in 2011 to include the newly-constructed Freedom Tower, but again, only to acknowledge that awful day and pay tribute to the heroes who were affected.
As an NYPD Chaplain at the time, I was a first and frontline responder. No one in New York ever thought we'd get hit. But we did, and hit hard. Terrorism, as we had never known, took over, and there was suddenly a disconnect amongst people, ethnicities and religions.
He goes "I bet it was your father flying that plane." And as if it was some kind of Pavlovian reflex, I grabbed him by his shirt and came inches away from punching him in the face so hard that I probably would have altered the structure of his face.
Thank you, President Obama, for encouraging the opportunity for public discourse to thrive even in times that seem devoid of civility and reasonableness.
Whatever our stories - wherever we were on September 11, 2001 - our 9/11 generation remembers the horrific moment when the attacks were seared into the American psyche.
When my husband shared stories about these fateful events, his eyes fill with tears as he remembers the tragedy in 2001. But he is happy to share, and so blessed to be alive, and still believes in the freedoms of the United States of America. He is a hero, especially to my daughter and I.
It was his work at Ground Zero that left my father clinging to life just seven years later. If I've learned anything in the years since 9/11 (seven of them I was lucky enough to still have my father for), it's the weight of an "I love you," and the importance of "How was your day?"
There comes a time in all of our lives when we need to live for something worth dying for. I'm in this fight for a Real Living Wage because I dream of a world where everyone makes a Living Wage and can return home to a warm hearth to break bread with their loved ones and revolutionary friends.
As September 11 approaches, I find that a wash of memories and emotions have settled on me once again. Not vague, fuzzy memories but moments of intense clarity, where even the smells and sounds of that day are as clear as if it were happening today.