[ WP ] To impress Jasmine , Aladdin wished himself to become a prince . You are one of the attendants that got wished into existence , but after Aladdin 's parade you start to have an existential crysis .

`` What ho my little ifrit! What troubles you so?'' came the cheery, almost maniacal holler. 
 
 I gave a little jump and looked up. Ah, it is the Vice - Creator, one of the two reasons behind me existence! 
 
 `` Me? Oh, just a little contemplative thinking,'' I said. Funny, I thought, now where had I learnt that word? It seemed as if it had popped right into my head. 
 
 `` Well now, let me hear it! If I ca n't help you resolve it I'm sure our great Creator can,'' said the genie. 
 
 Ah yes. My Creator. The real reason behind why I am here. I looked at Prince Aladdin - or was it King now? He was laughing and exchanging sappy kisses with his new wife, who was blushing the hardest I'd ever seen a maiden blush. But then again I was only born two hours ago. 
 
 `` Well... `` I paused. 
 
 This was a hard dilemma. 
 
 Indeed it was. 
 
 `` I was wondering... `` 
 
 `` Yes? `` the genie prompted. 
 
 ``... on how miraculously wonderful is a turban? The fact that you wear one is enough to disguise your true identity. It must have rather amazing disguising powers!'' 
 
 `` Oh pfft!'' cried the genie. `` It is clear that you have not yet exposed yourself to the world enough, my young protégé. Why, in some cases a single lock of hair is enough to render you a complete stranger to your friends!'' 
 
 I gawped. I gawked. I goggled. `` Surely not!'' 
 
 The genie nodded so vigorously the entire motion traveled through his undulating figure until he resembled a bouncing jelly. `` Why yes. A lock of twirled hair and a pair of nerdy glasses.'' 
 
 I nodded. Such fantastic knowledge! Why, I do feel rather glad to have been brought into existence... But just as that thought came I frowned. 
 
 Right. My existence. For whom am I existing now? It used to be for the Parade. But now with the Parade dead, of what use do I still have on this earth? 
 
 Abruptly my whole posture crumpled and I shuddered. This was it. The rest of my future, was nothing! Was no more! Who am I without the Parade? WHO AM I? 
 
 `` Little ifrit! Why the sudden low spirits? Is it because you wish for a turban and yet am not able to procure one? `` 
 
 `` Hardly,'' I sighed. `` I simply no longer know who I am anymore. Do you know, O Great Genie? My Creator, can you tell me who I am?'' 
 
 For once the genie looked uncomfortable. He hemmed and hawwed for a very long time before blurting out, `` Well you were always intended as an extra in the movie so... We never bothered to give you a name...'' 
 
 No! Why? No identity? I had none? This is terrible! This is preposterous! This is devastating! This is - 
 
 Wonderful. 
 
 A spark came back in my eyes. For without an identity I could be anyone. I could assume any being. I could melt into the crowd and melt back out without leaving a trace! 
 
 I jumped up. The genie was startled. `` Where are you going, little ifrit?'' 
 
 There was a gleam in my eyes that had never been there before. 
 
 Possibilities. So many possibilities. 
 
 `` To buy myself a turban,'' I said, with a roguish wink. 

