Dhokha has the audacity to say what it says without mincing its words because it is born out of the love of one’s country, and the compassion for the suffering of the Indian Muslim, who is presently being annihilated by the winds of Islam phobia which are raging through the world, and who, in our country, in its sixtieth year of independence, is still waiting to be included in the mainstream.

Zaid Ahmed (Muzamil Ibrahim) is a bright, young Muslim police officer in Mumbai. Dedicated to his work, respected and admired by his colleagues and community, he represents integration at its most successful. He has learned to live with the violence and the chaos that plagues his city, and on the night of a deadly bombing at the New Century club, he works tirelessly to help the shocked and shattered patients brought to the hospital.

But this night of turmoil and death takes a horrifying personal turn. His wife’s body, the beautiful mysterious Sarah (Tulip Joshi) is found amongst the dead, with massive injuries. Things turn even more horrific when the police coldly announce that Sarah’s injuries were typical of those found on fundamentalist suicide bombers. As evidence mounts that his wife, Sarah, was responsible for the catastrophic bombing, Zaid is torn between cherished memories of their years together and the inescapable realization that the beautiful, intelligent woman he loved had a life far removed from their comfortable, assimilated existence together.

From the opening of the film to its searing conclusion, Dhokha displays the reality of terrorism and its incalculable spiritual costs. Intense and humane, devoid of political bias and hatred, intensely thoughtful, sensitive and felt, it displays a profound understanding of what can seem impossible to understand.