Once upon a time, there was a little boy named Omar. Omar was a very smart and obedient boy. His mother and father loved him very much and always tried to make him happy. But Omar had one bad habit: he didn't like to eat at all. No matter what his mother cooked, he didn't like it. He only wanted store-bought chocolates, chips, and other ready-made foods. His mother tried to explain to him how beneficial fruits, vegetables, and home-cooked meals were, and how they helped him grow up healthy. Unfortunately, Omar didn't even want to understand these things.
His mother always gave the leftover food on Omar's plate to the birds in the yard. Sometimes, even the birds wouldn't eat that food, and as a result, the food would spoil. Although his mother tried to explain all this to him, Omar didn't want to listen.
One day, morning broke again, and the sun rose. Omar was always woken up by his mother's kind, cheerful voice and affectionate kisses. But for some reason, today he didn't hear his mother's voice, nor did he feel her embrace. He lifted his head, wanting to call his mother, but saw that there was no one around. Suddenly, someone called him with a sad voice. Omar had never heard this voice before. To find out who was calling him, he followed the voice. As he walked, the voice moved further away from him, and Omar arrived at an unfamiliar place.
Looking around, he saw vast grain fields. After passing through the fields, he saw how much effort people put into working at the mill to grind the grain. As he went a little further, he understood how many people labored to prepare the food we eat. Some plowed the land with tractors, some with plows, others sowed grain, and still others ground wheat. Then he saw that products made from grain were also prepared with great effort in other factories.
The magical voice said to Omar: "Look, this is the effort put into preparing the foods you don't like." Omar thought: "Oh my, indeed, how much hard work all of this requires!"
The voice said again: "Now let's go and see how much effort your mother and father put in to buy these things for you." After walking a little further, Omar saw his father's workplace. His father worked as an engineer in a factory. Omar wanted to call him, but his father couldn't hear him because he was very focused on his work. He often looked at his watch. Even though it was lunchtime, he hadn't found time to eat yet. Omar's heart ached to see his father in this state.
A little later, Omar saw his mother preparing food with great enthusiasm in their kitchen. Suddenly, he heard his mother say sadly: "I wonder if Omar will like and eat this food?"
Omar had already started to feel ashamed. The magical voice said: "You know, this isn't all you need to see yet. There are so many children who long for the foods, fruits, and vegetables that you don't like. There are children who can't even eat a warm home-cooked meal."
Omar couldn't bear it anymore. "Enough! I don't want to see anything else. I understand everything. But who are you? Why are you showing me these things?" he asked.
The magical voice replied: "I am the voice of your parents' efforts, the voice of the food you don't eat, and most importantly, I am your inner voice. It is this that makes you think deeply."
Omar exclaimed, "Okay, I understand!" and started to cry. Suddenly, instead of the magical voice, he heard his mother's voice. At first, he thought he was mistaken, but his mother's voice became clearer and clearer. Finally, his mother took him in her arms and comforted him.
"My son, calm down. I'm here with you. Don't cry, it was just a dream," his mother said.
Omar opened his eyes and was overjoyed to see his mother. He said: "Yes, Mom, it was a dream, but I understood everything very well. I promise that from now on, I will not undervalue the food you prepare. I will appreciate the groceries and things my father buys." Then he closed his eyes and said: "Thank you for this, magical voice within me!"
