The Independent is re-sharing this piece by former columnist Yasmin Alibhai-Brown, on the 10th anniversary of Alan Kurdi’s death.
He looks asleep, far away in dreamland, as if he dropped off after a long day of play and fun, of tricks and naughtiness. His trainers are still on his feet. Did he pester mum and dad until they bought them? His red T-shirt and trousers have rolled up to reveal his tummy. I want to touch his soft, plump tummy, to hold him, wake him gently and dry him off.
