"For the love of a son"

Now, this was my fourth sobbing session since I started an Afghan woman's story in the noon, and it was too much for me. I'm not a bibliophile though, once in a while something interesting is always welcomed. This time it was Jean Sasson's "For the love of a son". 
Amazingly, I experienced deja vu during my imaginative journey taking me to places like Kabul and villages of Afghanistan. The main character, Maryam's mask like face vividly appeared before me and her miserable life....well, well..no disclosures so far....In brief, highly poignant reality so far, am enjoying my read....my hubby not able to understand what's there to cry while reading novels, first place why these girls invest in sobbing novels..men just cannot understand, how much we seem to enjoy those emotional tears especially concerned with women though those situations no where belong to us. 
I think I can no more carry with the same for long, so for last thirty minutes I'm with the first volume of 'Vampire Diaries', and it's too childish to capture my mature thoughts..I must resume to Sasson's story...
Bye for now...