YOU, ME,
KISSA?

In Khyber Pukhtunkhwa, there is an ancient saying about hospitality: the door is never locked, and the kettle never cools. Growing up, our lives revolved around the takht—the wide, raised wooden platform layered with carpets where family, neighbors, and passing strangers sat cross-legged, kicked off their shoes, and lost track of hours.

Here in Tulsa, life moves fast. We built Khyber Kissa to carve out a quiet sanctuary in the middle of it all.

We don't use commercial pre-mixes, artificial extracts, or industrial shortcuts. We brew tea the way our family always has—cracking whole green cardamom pods directly into simmering Assam leaves. We roll and fry our Gwanzakhi from scratch every morning with pure desi ghee. And we source our whole, grass-fed A2 milk locally from Oklahoma dairy pastures—fresh, vat-pasteurized, and rich in natural butterfat.

“For a hot cup of chai, a cold scoop, or just an unhurried bench on any given Tulsa day—the invitation is always the same: you, me, kissa?”