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Jina S. Bazzar
A wanderer in this vast world, I’m just another body with a passion for the written word. There is no boundary I can’t cross, no limit I can’t push; my mind is my passport, my thoughts my mode of t...view moreA wanderer in this vast world, I’m just another body with a passion for the written word. There is no boundary I can’t cross, no limit I can’t push; my mind is my passport, my thoughts my mode of transportation. I’ve travelled to many planets, seen plenty of civilizations, old and new, both in this galaxy and others.
On this earth, my name is Jina S. Bazzar. I’m a writer, a blogger, a mother, a baker, a chocolate fiend, a coffee enthusiast, and sometimes a poet– but those are only informal titles. I have many traits, some contradictory, others complimentary, depending on the circumstance. If I were to ever describe myself, I’d say I’m a pragmatic idealist, a sarcastic cynic, a curious adventurer, a joker, and upon occasion, a cautious realist.
Like most writers out there, my love of books began at a young age, with comic books and alphabet poetry two of my favorite and earliest memories. Growing up, I wasn’t an awkward kid, and I didn’t prefer books to people. Unlike most writers, I never aspired to author a book, never enjoyed writing essays, and although I had intended to one day become a surgeon, my first attempt at creative writing happened during my senior year in high school, a pastime project that wasted plenty of A4 papers and the ink of multi-colored pens. The story had an Indiana Jones theme with a touch of humor, and I was nowhere near finished when patience ran out and those few thousand words were tucked in some dusty drawer and forgotten, taking a backseat to finals and SATs.
Soon after graduation I developed a chronic disease that caused gradual vision loss. Dreams of med school were put on hold for ‘a later’ time, and eventually, I became blind and med school was no longer an option. Reading also became just a fond memory, and writing not even that–until I learned about screen readers.
I was born and raised in a quiet, small town in Rio de Janeiro to Palestinian immigrants. I literally played in the middle of the street, climbed tall trees and hiked worn trails, biked to the top of mountains to have picnics, swam in small lakes with murky water, surrounded by wild flowers. I’ve played pranks on cranky neighbors, cried over lost pets and climbed electric poles when no one was watching. Currently, I live in the Middle-East.view less