We like to believe our views are the product of independent thought. In reality, they are often shaped by the environments we grow up in and the people we surround ourselves with. Our assumptions, biases, and even our sense of truth are influenced long before we begin to question them.
That questioning rarely happens without distance. It is only when we step outside familiar surroundings – when we encounter different people and perspectives – that we begin to see more clearly. Not only who we are, but how we became that way.
That moment of distance creates clarity. And clarity creates the possibility for change.
A Different View Changes Everything
Astronauts who have seen Earth from space often speak about a profound shift in perspective. Looking down at our planet, they don’t see borders, divisions, or conflicts. They see a fragile, beautiful blue world, shared by all of us.
As one reflection from the Artemis astronauts captures:
“What we really hope is that we could, for just a moment, have the world pause and remember that this is a beautiful planet in a very special place – and that we should cherish what we’ve been given.”
Photo: NASA
They are human beings, just like us. Yet what they saw changed how they felt – filling them with awe, gratitude, and responsibility.
Now imagine if those driving conflict, violence, and division could see that same view.
Would they still justify destruction? Would they still dehumanize others so easily?
You Don’t Need to Go to Space
Not everyone can leave Earth to gain that perspective. But the truth is – we don’t need to.
We can change our perspective by changing our environment.
By stepping outside our comfort zones.
By engaging with people we don’t know, don’t understand, or even disagree with.
Because it is in those unfamiliar spaces that empathy begins to grow.
The World We Create
The world we build through hate, violence, and dehumanization does not end with us.
It continues.
It becomes a cycle – one that produces more pain, more division, more destruction.
And one day, the next generation will inherit that world and ask:
Why did they choose this?
History has shown us that those who try to dominate through hate eventually fade.
But the scars they leave behind – on people, on communities, on humanity – remain.
Photo: NASA
A Shared Responsibility
At the same moment astronauts captured images of Earth’s breathtaking beauty, others were turning parts of that same planet into places of suffering and darkness.
That contrast is not just tragic – it is a choice. Because no one owns this planet. We all belong here.
We all have the same right to exist, to live with dignity, and to be seen as human.
A Different Choice
What if we chose differently?
What if we chose to see one another as human first?
To respect, to listen, to understand – even when it’s difficult?
The Earth is vast.
It has enough to meet every person’s need,
but not enough to satisfy unchecked greed.
We have been given something extraordinary:
a shared home, full of possibility.
The Invitation
We don’t need rockets to change the world.
We need reflection.
We need courage.
We need empathy.
Step outside your environment.
Meet someone different.
Listen to a story that challenges your own.
Because when we change what we see,
we change how we feel.
And when we change how we feel,
we change what we do.
Photo: NASA
The Future Is Ours to Shape
We have the power to keep this world beautiful –
not just for ourselves, but for those who come after us.
So let’s choose wisely.
Let’s choose empathy over hate.
Understanding over division.
Humanity over everything else.
Because this planet was never meant to be divided by us –
it was meant to be shared.
~ Rais Bhuiyan, Founder, World Without Hate
Photo: NASA

Refugees are human beings. Individuals who’ve fled their countries to escape violence, persecution, war, ethnic cleansing, and genocide, seeking safety and security in another nation. According to the UNHCR, at least 117.3 million people around the world have been forced to flee their homes. Of the nearly 43.4 million current refugees, around 40% are under the age of 18. There are also millions of stateless people who have been denied a nationality and lack access to basic rights such as education, health care, employment, and freedom of movement.
In Bangladesh, I met children at the largest refugee camp in the world. These individuals traveled day and night to cross the border, constantly fearing the Myanmar military’s violence. In Germany, I encountered children from Syria, Iraq, and African countries who once dreamt of becoming doctors and engineers like their parents or loved ones, their dreams overshadowed by an uncertain future. A young adult from Afghanistan, whom I met in Germany, shared that he was born in war, never knowing a single day without bloodshed and death. Despite this, having secured refugee status in Germany and learning the language, he was hopeful about attending medical school and serving humanity.
During a visit to a facility in Germany, I met university students, doctors, lawyers, and pharmacists who spend their evenings teaching refugees the German language. When I asked why they were doing this despite their demanding schedules, they responded, “We don’t want to be defined by our previous generations’ mistakes, but rather by what we’re doing for humanity.” This response deeply moved me. These young German students are paving the way for a world built upon empathy, dignity, and humanity, offering valuable lessons for all of us.
heavy with grief, a profound pain weighed on my chest, and tears filled the eyes of everyone silently passing by. I witnessed children, some no older than six or seven, offering flowers as a token of love and respect for their fallen peers. As I sat on the ground, paralyzed with sorrow, I was once again transported to the moments when I lay on a cold, concrete floor, my own blood pooling beneath me, having been shot in the face by a white supremacist in the aftermath of 9/11. I could not comprehend the thoughts that must have consumed those little angels during these similar, terrifying moments of life and death. Did they cry out for their mothers as I did? How can those who claim to be civilized allow such barbaric and senseless killings to occur — and repeatedly? How can our elected officials, those who possess the power to halt this madness, turn a blind eye to their fellow human beings, their own children, loved ones, and even the God they proclaim to pray to when these catastrophic events occur?
Anti-Muslim sentiment was immediate. My faith and dark skin now made me feel like a target. I realized my life in America would never be the same. In the instant it took the pull the trigger, my American dream turned nightmare. I lost everything except for my life, but held tightly to my hopes, dreams, and faith. Though my face and skull are riddled with bullet fragments, and I lost sight in one eye, but gained another kind of vision in my heart, a vision to help create a world based upon mutual respect, dignity, and understanding where we, and our next generations, can coexist peacefully. While I continue to make peace with my pain, there isn’t a day that goes by that I’m not reminded or affected by my attack.
Occasionally, I hear that my story is “old” and too many people only know me as a 9/11 hate crime survivor. While it may seem irrelevant to most, I believe it is vital to continue sharing stories like mine because tragically, hate fueled violence continues to grow in our country. And those of us who bear the brunt don’t have the luxury of putting the experience behind us — ever. The ongoing physical, mental, and emotional ramifications of being a hate crime victim are felt every day. Every. Single. Day. Part of my mission to prevent and disrupt hate and violence is to save others from having to live a life like mine. I wish it for no one.
Islamophobia is used to create misinformation, intolerance, fear, and hate against a group of people still truly unknown to most. This is ultimately why I was attacked. It is also why I continue to live in fear, never knowing exactly how someone might perceive me along the way. Islamophobia is used as a political weapon — to energize political bases and to divert voter focus from actual, fact-based issues, aiding in political and personal gain. We saw it with former president Obama during his presidential campaigns and we saw it again during the 2016 and 2020 elections. The seed of intolerance, fear, and hate against Blacks, Hispanics, Asian-Americans, Muslims, Jews, Sikhs, LGBTQ, and non-binary folks, and too many others has been nurtured by more power and money than the rest of us can fight against. Prime examples include the evil manifested and displayed on Jan 6th and the rise of anti-Asian hate due to Covid.
It’s never too late to do the right thing. I do applaud the Biden-Harris administration for focusing on this issue, taking initiative to prevent the further fragmenting of our nation, working with people across party-line and encouraging all Americans to come together, and to find ways to prevent and disrupt hate and violence. Each of my fellow panelists at the United We Stand Summit – Mayra, Vilma, Pardeep, Joseph, and Dawn have paid the ultimate price because of hate fueled violence. While carrying life-long pain, we have all found purpose – a shared purpose to combat hate and find our way to a more united nation. While the White House’s Summit was just one day, the hard work continues. I am encouraged by the promises Vice President Harris, Ambassador Rice, President Biden and all who shared the vision for ongoing community-wide collaborations made to us. I echo the sentiment of everyone in the East Room on September 15th – we won’t let hate win. There’s nothing that we can’t fix or achieve when we work together.
The gunman in the Uvalde school shooting, like so many others, waged weapons of war on classrooms filled with young, innocent children. In addition to his AR-15, he had hundreds of rounds of ammunition. Most of his victims so horrifically disfigured, they could only be identified via DNA identification. Can you imagine this? If your child, or a child you love, was the victim of the gruesome massacre in Uvalde, how would you feel right now? Is this something you can even wrap your head around? What would you expect from society and leaders who have the power to stop these kinds of senseless, brutal slaughters?
Older folks facing horrors and trauma they never imagined experiencing again, most angry they are too old to fight. When war like this breaks out, we remember the preciousness of life. 
“Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed. This world in arms is not spending money alone. It is spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of its scientists, the hopes of its children. This is not a way of life at all in any true sense. Under the clouds of war, it is humanity hanging on a cross of iron.”
