Hyderabad, June 24 -- There are films that entertain, films that inform, and then there are films that leave you struggling to find words long after the screen goes dark.

On June 23, I watched The Voice of Hind Rajab at PVR Irrum Manzil in Hyderabad. I had been meaning to watch it for days, but if I am being honest, I was also gathering the courage to do so. I knew the story. Like millions around the world, I had read about six-year-old Palestinian girl Hind Rajab and heard snippets of the tragedy that unfolded in Gaza. Yet nothing prepared me for the experience of watching her story on the big screen.

What struck me first was not the film itself, but the atmosphere inside the theatre.

I have attended countless screenings over the year...