A couple of weeks ago, my grandad passed into the immaterial world. And though we can’t physically see his scarecrow build before us, he lives on through my dad, dad’s sisters and his slew of granddaughters.
What makes us the Malikat Singh Daughter Collective, is that each and every one of us are fiercely independent. We’ve created lives contrary of what society expects. We’ve fought for our intellectual journeys. We’ve studied our way into male-dominated professions. We’ve fought for our families. We’ve lived lives according to our own wishes and continue to expand the female footprint in this world.
Ironically, it’s the women in which I see granddad’s spirit the most and not his lone son, my dad. In spite of pa being a replica of granddad – tall, strong and someone you want in your corner in a knife fight (he’s a gardener, and an expert with blades) – when it comes to the chill, stoic, I need nothing but my basics; it’s granddad’s girls that best represent his solitary life. Fuck we are lucky to be content in living in the moment, choosing life as per our desires and being more than okay with being on our own. We some bad bitches – we could definitely take down any of the guys in my family, even those who married into the jungle of warrior-women. Yea, continued well wishes with us, cuz we be wild’n.
Granddad, I’ll be seeing you on the other side sooner or later. Until then your spiritual legacy is very much alive and present. We’ve got you and there’s no way we’ll let anyone forget you.