“We were at the camp, Baba, and they showed me a real gun,” the boy answered. “And then I played jihad and killed the kuffar,” he added, using the Arabic word for “unbelievers.” The man started laughing. “You killed the kuffar?” “Yes, Baba, with the pistol.” The man kissed his forehead. “I am very proud of you, my son.” It hit me like a knife.
