Mahire's notebook entry: May 30, 2011 The Footprint by Abdurehim Otkur (Uyghur) We started our journey which was too tough as we young, Now grandsons grown up, war horses can be ridden on We were too few; journey was hard at the very beginning, Foot marks left on deserts, we’re now named a caravan Cross the desert, cover the tops, leaving footprints behind, Many left unburied there, they were the men of the men Though unburied in open field with the bright red tamarisk, Flowery graves will be made in a spring by freedom fan Footprints left, destiny left, all of them left in the past, Either it winds or sand moves, won’t erase them, never can The caravan keeps going, though the horses week and hurt, The footprints will be followed by grandsons or the great ones !