One minute from our home in Linwood there is a garage. We go through frequently – to get petrol, milk, bread and the occasional boysenberry trumpet. Ten days ago that garage on the corner took on a new significance. For directly opposite the Z is a place of worship where the Muslim community come to pray, to congregate, to express their culture and religion. That’s where they were – bowed over, reverent, deep in prayer when a terrorist changed our lives forever.