EHe stands in the dust of Aleppo, on the sidewalk opposite his workshop, as if he had been waiting, but that is not the case. We were looking for him, Mohammed Daqneesh, the father of Omran, the famous boy from the war. Old neighbors said where we would find him. They had named the neighborhood, the intersection where the Daqneeshs moved. And there he suddenly stood, a 44-year-old man, gray stubble on his face, a cap on his head. “I am his uncle,” says Mohammed Daqneesh, the father.