I was a mum of an eight-month-old baby when the Twin Towers went down and when the world rocked to that terrorism. I remember sitting in front of the television with my eight-month-old on my knee and thinking that the world was ending. We came home a couple of years later to New Zealand. We came home having watched the continuation of a pattern of organised large-scale terrorism across the world, including the return of terrorism to London. It was a relief to get here. I remember my disbelief, therefore, on that sunny Friday afternoon on 15 March, driving home through Maunu in Whangārei, switching on the radio and hearing, while my children were in the back of the car, there had been this appalling shooting of numerous people in a mosque while they sat and prayed. 