The skinny boy says he's 12, though he looks years younger. He points to a crayon drawing he created this summer, when he arrived at a U.S. government-supported childcare center in Raqqa, Syria.
It's mostly colored in black. There's a tank. An aircraft. A crude figure of a man with a wispy beard holding an oversized gun.
"This is when ISIS shelled my home," he says. "My sister and niece were killed. Just like that, two missiles."
In the picture, there's a red tongue of flame rising from the roof of his home.