Manchester to Mosul, all children are ours

Don’t look back in anger, sang a lone woman in Manchester’s Albert Square at a memorial for those murdered there last week, writes Suzanne Harrington. 

Pictures had emerged by then of the 22 dead — mostly children. Mostly young girls. They have names, faces, families who will never recover, grieving communities, schools and friendship groups and places where they belonged, histories that are known and told and held.

The little eight-year-old one, Saffy. The boyfriend and girlfriend still in their teens. The young blogger in the dungarees. The girl with the glasses.